Misery. At one point tonight, I think I felt as physically bad as I’ve ever felt in my life. I was sitting on a bench late at night and miles from home, shivering in the cold and rain, having just thrown up in a garbage can, praying that I would just open my eyes and be home in my bed. My stomach has been hurting for a few days, but I thought I was well enough today to attend a friend’s barbecue. I was wrong. But don’t worry. The Snook is taking good care of me. He got me home, and I’m so relieved to be here I could weep. I’m gonna go sleep for a long time and hopefully I’ll be in better shape next time you hear from me.
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oh, kris! you’re breaking my heart! seriously, that just sounds awful. drink lots of fluids and let him take extra good care of you. get well soon, girl. 🙂
Aww! Hope you’re feeling better soon 🙂
oh dear. i do hope you’re feeling better very soon. sounds yukky.
Awww, girls are the best. Thanks you guys. I’m still a little wobbly, but I slept a lot today and managed to get some food down. Talking to my Mommy on the phone helped too. 🙂
Hey–guys can offer sympathy, too! (To paraphrase Homer: “What’s wrong, Marge? Are you in some sort of physical pain, which is the only kind of pain that men can understand?”) Seriously, Kris–best wishes for a speedy recovery. Make those long-distance calls if that’s what it takes, dammit! 🙂
Sweetie, I mean this with all the love in my heart: stay in bed and don’t you DARE get out of it. I’ll send you a chamber pot for ya. Lemme tell ya, I catch ya outta that bed, Missy and I will BEAT you into next week!
Whoa, i think i had a flash back to my childhood when i said that…LOL. seriously, do not MOVE. i’ve been there, and i know how even your skin must hurt. I hope you get better really fast. xxx 🙂