Sunday night was putrid. It started at 11:30pm with a bit of vomiting and went full-blown through the night till 5am. I was zombified on Monday - had to cancel a few clients just so I could try and sleep. On advice from my awesome clients, I finally took 1/2 a Phenergan last night and slept like a child. 10 hours! I feel so much better today and want to eat everything in sight. Could this be the turning point? The magical morning where I wake up and there's no barfing in the kitchen sink? Bret is praying that it is.
Speaking of Bret Bell - he had his twin (huge cyst) removed from his back yesterday. Now he has packing in the cyst space. I couldn't even think about it this morning as he changed the dressing - makes for an extreme barf-fest. He thought it was funny.
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