I retch, I shake, I cry until I break

[theotherjay]

Yesterday and this morning, I've been sicker than any time in at least the past seven years, maybe ever. I'll spare writing out the details. I might be getting a little better, or it might just be a lull between attacks. But I'm really scared at the prospect of flying tomorrow morning. (Or meeting with clients the day after that, but anything after that seems very far away indeed.) Nothing for it, of course.

Oh, help.