Dec 24, 2007 21:00
I welcomed in christmas eve with a bout of throwing up. Looks like I caught my dad's thing afterall. Pleasant. Twas a lesson for me in cleaning up vomit. Mmm lasagne.
I feel crap. But Dan now seems to have this thing aswell, so there's a silver lining.
There are lots of presents under the tree and it has no effect on me at all because all I'm aware of is how I will not be eating tomorrow, how I wasn't wel enough to write any of the traditional poems and how I won't be able to give out the presents tomorrow, since just walking up the stairs is like climbing a mountain for me and I can't get anywhere fast.
My stomach keeps roiling at random times and understandably noone wants to come near me. But I just want hugs *cries*.
My lips are split in 3 places, it's amazing how much I NEED water. But at the same time, my stomach wants to rebel even at that. And what I really want is a cold glass of milk, but that would be the HUGEST MISTAKE ever.
Why now? This sucks. I hope I am improved on the morro. Speaking of weird speak, Sense and sensibility! Iz looking forward to it.
Ok, I need bed and a stomach rub, but I won't get the latter, I'll have to do with the former. There are no sheets on my bed now, I didn't have the energy to remedy that this morning.
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christmas,
illness