I'll never eat again.
I spent last night (Friday) in the emergency room. It started in the morning. Without getting graphic, let's just say that all the stomach problems in the world descended upon me. When the labored breathing, fainty moments on the bathroom floor, and doubled-over cramping started, I called my father, and he took me to the emergency room.
Ohmygod, morphine is awesome!
After being poked with all kinds of needles for shots and blood tests, I spent the night hooked up to a glucose and hydrating fluids IV with a little morphine on the side for the pain.
I caught a really ugly bug that the emergency room nurse said has been all over the tri-county area lately. I'm ok, home now, weak as a kitten, but happy to be on my sofa, watching my TV.
Funny how it sort of made me forget about my losing my job.