Last night at about 9:30 I had a ham sandwich. Apparently, this was The Worst Idea of all Time™. I have been horribly nauseated since then. I mean, move-an-inch-and-your-stomach-twists-and-turns-for-fifteen-minutes nauseated. Room-spinning nauseated. I got, maybe, 2 1/2 hours of sleep last night.
I’m this close to sticking my fingers down my throat and getting it over with. But, when I hurl, I hurl for keeps. Toe-curling, chest-aching, can’t breathe for a few seconds afterword hurling. I’m not ready to take that risk just yet.