Yech!

Last night, right before I went to bed, I started feeling icky. Like I was going to puke. I couldn't go to sleep, so I stayed up and watched tv, finally going to bed around 1-ish. I was hoping that when I awoke in the morning everything would be peachy.

No such luck. I awoke feeling even more cruddier than I did last night. I woke up feeling like my entire body was on fire. I stumbled to the bathroom to put my hair in a ponytail. I felt so ill that I could barely move my hands to pull my hair up. I grabbed a nearby washcloth, doused it in cold water and patted my head and neck with it. I was sure I had at least a 101+ temperature, but when I took it, it read 99.

I came downstairs, grabbed a coke with ice. Carbonation is supposed to help with stomach issues, right? I hope so. Nothing but saltines for me today, I think.

To me, there is no worse feeling than feeling like you're going to puke, yet can't. It makes me think of my father, who is undergoing chemo, and how he feels like this pretty much every day. I don't know how he does it. And he still has three more months left of this hell.

Today I'm supposed to take the girls to the store to get their photos taken with Santa. It's here in town, only 5 minutes away, and they only do it on certain days and certain times. I'm not sure if I'm feeling well enough to do it. Steve works today, so it will be just me and the girls. I sure hope I feel better soon, or it will be a lonnngggg day.