...I had no idea just how sick I was until I saw how many days I was *out of it*. I didn't actually wake up until late this morning and I was shocked to see that it was Saturday. The Beast, when he saw me awake, brought me a huge glass of ice water and tried to feed me but I ended up throwing it up. Trust me, it was the grease. Why he thinks grease is good for illness has to be psychological with him. Either that or he's trying to kill me. He tried making taco boats later but he saw me turning green and I had to run for the bathroom, then hit my chair with an empty glass and a blanket so I am not quite over whatever it is that has a grip on me.
And wouldn't you know it? We are having a tornado outbreak in this area of the country tonight with our area probably affected later tonight. This is not helping me out at all. But it will be a very short blog.
Love you all. Pray for us. Hell, pray for ME. ***Hugs***
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