Okay, the nausea has not subsidded in the least. It has only gotten worse, if anything. I can hardly move for fear that I will throw up. I haven't eaten much. Some crackers. A hamburger. Some little doughnettes. A few other things. But almost seconds after I ate a thing, I felt ill. I drank a bottle of pepsi, but it ran out quickly; and when I wasn't physically sipping it, I felt ill. I can't stand up. Or move as I sit.
I get motion sickness if I move an inch.
And, oh joy, tomorrow is Tai Chi.
I'm going to beg for a drink and go lay down. Maybe my sister will come sit with me.
Oh. And last night I was asked a question. It made me think. Now I'm questioning myself...
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