So earlier this afternoon, I got hungry, so I chowed on some spicey Cheese-Its and Coke. About an hour or so later, I start getting a slightly oogy feeling, but I figured it was because I really didn’t have much in my system, and it was just hunger pains and dehydration. So I drank some water.

Eddie comes home shortly after, and I manage to sit at my desk and play online for another hour before the oogy feeling upgrades itself to a full-fledged queezy-nausea that forces me to lay down on the couch and not move. Thinking of food would bring on another wave of queeziness, and a dairy council commercial featuring cheese fondue nearly sent me to the bathroom. It was like I was carsick, but 10 times worse.

Now I’ll let you in on something. I hate puking when someone else is in the house. So now I’m fighting not to jump off the couch and run for the head because I don’t want Eddie to hear me. Eventually, it gets the better of me, and I make a run for it, only to be greeted with dry heaves for the most part. I get back on the couch and Eddie brings me a glass of water, which I slowly drink. About half an hour later, I’m back in the bathroom, this time slightly more productive (spicey Cheese-its suck when they go through your nose, y’know).

At this point, I’m feeling a bit better, so I watch a couple of shows and Eddie comes down to the couch so we can watch The Matrix. Soon I’m feeling a lot better, so I make myself some oatmeal, which makes everything all nice.

Until about an hour ago, when the oogy feeling came back. *grrr* I’m really, really tired of this bullshit.

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