I’m feeling better.  ‘Better’ being a relative term, of course.  I have stopped throwing up (and let me pause for a moment to do my happy dance over that) and I can walk from one end of the house to the other without having to take a ten minute break in between.  I still feel like someone turned me inside out and left me that way, but considering how I was feeling twenty-four hours ago, I’m doing remarkably well.  I’m going to live!

I may never eat again, however.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 11:33 AM Permalink