Why is there wood in my soup? Seriously. There's wood in my soup. It's tasty soup. But...wood.
Someone gave ita's soup wood.
Having a delightfull little bout of insomnia. Oh joy. Looking forward to having health insurance again and getting some antiDs. Woot.
I cannot explain how I got here, at this hour, but doesn't this guy look like the child of Harry Connick, Jr and Thomas Haden church?
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Kid #1, up at 5am, fever and vomiting. Kid #2, up all night nursing.
Truly, I love my life.
Poor Jess. I hope Kid 1 gets better quickly, and you can get some sleep.
OK!
I should learn how to submit things, shouldn't I?
My body seems to be convinced it wants large amount of protein, but not any of the stuff I have here in the house. Getting out of the house would be more appealing if my body was also convinced that the anti-nausea meds were working, but I think I am going to give it a go as soon as I am done with my tea.
Oh, Perkins. I'm sorry you're at the stage when looking at the food you have makes your stomach turn over. I sometimes resorted to cooking boneless chicken in chicken broth, sometimes with added fresh ginger. Soup-like things seemed easier. Also, salt helps, since it's one of the things that doesn't taste funny.
It hasn't been too bad until very recently--Thursday night was the first time I actually puked since this started, and by yesterday afternoon things seemed more settled. I'm pretty sure I can find an egg dish I can eat at Hobbee's, so I think that's where I am going to head.
I was supposed to go to Farmer brown with some library school friends I haven't seen in a long time tonight though, and I am pretty sure that is not going to happen.
Mine was never too bad, either, but there were days when nothing looked like food.
I should learn how to submit things, shouldn't I?
Eh, you could, but you don't have to.
Good luck with the nausea.