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.
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