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Nov. 26th, 2004 10:08 amUmmmm...yeah. So I spent all night bent over the toilet. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't keep ANYTHING down, not even the medication. I call work at nine to say, "I know it's a horrible day for this, but I can't keep anything down and I'm not sure I dare leave a six-yard radius from the toilet, so you'll just have to manage."
Half an hour later? I'm keeping down not only the medication, the ginger ale, and a stack of crackers, but a bowl of cereal.
They asked me to come in, and they'd send me home if I threw up again or felt like death or whatever. So I'll show up and it'll look like I was trying to skip work on one of the most stressful days of the daycare year.
*h2k*
Half an hour later? I'm keeping down not only the medication, the ginger ale, and a stack of crackers, but a bowl of cereal.
They asked me to come in, and they'd send me home if I threw up again or felt like death or whatever. So I'll show up and it'll look like I was trying to skip work on one of the most stressful days of the daycare year.
*h2k*