Going from good to bad to okay

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I had a really good day on Halloween. In a few short hours, it went bad.

At my newspaper, no one is completely healthy. I work in a petri dish filled with various colds, viruses and who knows what else. I came down with a stomach virus. I hate throwing up. Hate it!

At one point, I was curled up in a ball in front of the bathroom door in the floor. If a meteorite had hit my apartment, I would have been cool with this. By Nov. 5, I was okay but still had a killer headache. I had to be functioning by election day because well, I had assignment to do.

I have finally gotten to the point where I am comfortable with eating regular food again. Last week, I was okay with eating just chicken broth and rice. Being sick like that has set me back a little. I am scared to eat.

I am worried but not to worried. I figure it is just because I was so sick. My body and I have been through an ordeal. My goal is to get  well  and stay well so I can go home for Thanksgiving and help my JJ celebrate the big 7.

Thank goodness I got a flu shot. The petri dish is getting very active.

DAILY DOSE

 1. Chicken broth and rice makes a sad tummy feel good.

 2. Ginger ale is AWESOME!

 3. Vin Diesel makes everything a little bit better.

Comments

  1. middle childNovember 12, 2012 at 1:11 PM

    Ginger ale is a godsend for anyone experiencing what you did. In fact...get the kind make with real ginger. I think it is Canadian Dry.

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  2. CeCeNovember 13, 2012 at 11:40 AM

    Ugg...sounds awful. Poor thing. Hope you are up and running to full speed soon. Thanksgiving is just around the corner and there will be some good food to be had!!

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  3. Angela Elain GambrelNovember 16, 2012 at 10:47 PM

    :( Glad you're feeling better! I really like Canada Dry ginger ale. And I hate to throw up too!!!

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