John left yesterday morning for DC. He got up at 3:20ish, I was up at 3:30 and spent the majority of time between 3:30 and 5:30 in the bathroom. Once was to puke up my toenails, or at least that's what it felt like. By the time I barfed, John was on his way and was no help whatsoever. Poor me.
We call it "Evo's Revenge" since he doesn't like us much it makes sense. Well, Evo was extremely pissed at me yesterday. Don't really know why. I barely survived on a bottle of water, a can of Gingerale and some Imodium. By dinnertime I chanced some chicken soup (no chicken, a little bit of noodle) and then by bedtime I was still so shaky I had a wee bit of cereal.
My babies took good care of me. My history professor gave me an extra day to take my weekly test. My husband was nowhere to be found...he didn't have a great day either so I can't squawk too much about him. My bed was comfy and cozy.
This morning I feel 100% better. Amazing what a difference 24 hours makes!! Now for history...
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Thank heavens it was only the 24 hour variety. Take care, my darlin'!
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