Queasy Overdrive

I was better last night than I have been in a while. I went for a leisurely walk. I ate. I felt okay.

Big mistake.

At about 10 p.m., I started to think I might vomit. I took meds and slept. The electricity knocked out our power, and with no alarm set, I depend on Ander to wake me. For the first time ever, he slept until 8:15 a.m. Opps! And since I've been up, I've been gagging and running to the bathroom.

I would feel better if I threw up, but it's not that simple. It doesn't always happen, and then I just feel crappy. I have a client coming in at 1:30 p.m., so I'd better feel better by then.

Etcetera.