That’s what I said to Janie on the way to our doctor yesterday afternoon, after I’d spent the morning trying to recover from a pounding headache and several bouts of violent vomiting that included some blood.
Then I puked into an old brown paper bag while she drove over the Ballard Bridge. First I laughed at the horrible heaving noises I was making. Then I cried because I’d just thrown up in a brown paper bag in the car on the way to the doctor’s office.
Yesterday was not a banner day for me. I spent most of it in bed, after the doctor told me that the blood had likely been from some slight tears caused by the vomiting itself. Then he massaged my neck and head and shoulders until I cold sit up and talk coherently and tell him about our puppy.
I spent most of today on the couch watching season two of Xena: Warrior Princess.
I’ve been better. How are you?