Status update: Currently dry-heaving repeatedly into a trashcan. Yes, leaning over a trashcan while I type. Trying to think of something nasty, like chicken salad, to get it to come up so I’ll feel better.

Chicken salad….chicken salad…chicken salad….

I’m going along fine with my day, feeling great, energized, etc. and all of a sudden, BAM! I feel like absolutely hell.

DYING. I am DYING at my desk. Dry heaving, I hate you. Overwhelming dizziness & nauseau, go roast in hell.

I WANT MY MOMMY. Or my couch. With a blanket & DH rubbing my face, reading me Twilight or a trashy romance novel while I sip on a full-calorie Coke.