The last twelve hours have been pretty rough for me. Something I ate yesterday is not agreeing with me. My stomach is still upset and feels like it’s cursing me out. I went to bed early last night and was hoping to feel better in the morning but that wasn’t the case.
I had been looking forward to working a job with my Dad this morning, just like we used to. There just wasn’t a chance I was leaving my bed.
To make things a bit more unfortunate, I’ve had the fucking hiccups for about the thirty minutes. Have you ever been nauseated and had the hiccups at the same time? Trust me, it’s unpleasant.
I’m hoping that resting will bring about the light at the end of this particular tunnel for me today. I’ve got so much to do and I can’t afford to have any downtime. At the moment, I can’t really afford not to either. Such is life….
