Want to know what I have?
I can barely hold down water, let alone food, and the one time I left the couch in four days resulted in me sweating and grasping my stomach from nausea in the doctor's office.
It's finally sunny out after weeks of nastiness. And I can't run. Or frolic through the grass. Or cook. Hell, I can't even eat. I wonder if my body will ever be able to do plow pose again.
I'm so not a drama queen.
Luckily my energy isn't depleted to the point that I can't read blogs. But, I probably won't be posting until my tonsils and lymph nodes decide to get over their Napoleon complex and get back to their normal size.
If I do post, maybe I'll make pudding. Or soup. Or other soft foods I'll never want to touch in two weeks.
Send help. And ice cream.