OMG, I'm dying.
Tell you what, there's nothing like suddenly becoming violently ill on Christmas Day about a half hour before you get ready to sit down for dinner...or better yet, when you actually thuink it's okay to eat, you get a whopping stomach cramp so bad that you have to drop your food, run to the bathroom and stay cooped up in there for at least half and hour, and when you finally get the sick out, your food is stone cold...that is *if* you feel like you even have an appetite any more. Nope, no flu...call it too much coffee on an empty stomach. Too much caffiene and a mild affliction of IBS *do not mix*. All I know right now is that it's ice water & saltines for dinner, because my innards are *way* too tender right now. I had my attack hours ago, but I feel shredded right now.
*Ugh*. I can't even take the idea of a glass of wine right now.
*Ugh*. I can't even take the idea of a glass of wine right now.