I hate getting sick. I even hate listening to people talk about being sick or watching shows that show sickness (perhaps one reason I do not watch Grey's Anatomy anymore). So, on Friday morning when I woke up at 2 a.m. and had to make a mad dash to the bathroom, I knew it was not going to be a good day.
The funny thing is that I felt great the night before. I had gone to exercise class with Sara and went home to eat chicken stir fry with Matt and watch The Office. The ironic or somewhat funny thing is I never puked during chemo, but on Friday I made up for that and then some.
Today I feel better, but a bit sluggish and achy. I hate sickness so much though that I am washing all of our bedding and lysoling everything in our house. Be gone germs!
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Yummy
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