i never did puke. and i'll "spare you some details" of the world's stinkiest diarrhea i had last night. ha. i guess there wasn't much sparing there. actually - rest assured there was. i could go into detail, but i'll tell you it was toxic. then about a half hour later, i'm not sure what it was, but i started having this intense chest pain. like so bad that had i been able to reach my phone, i would've called an ambulance. it was piercing. it felt like i was being stabbed in the chest. or the under boob. i don't know - i think thats a little low for where the heart is... alls i know is i couldn't breathe or move. so i didn't reach for my phone on my nightstand, i just lay in pain for a solid half hour, before the pain slowly decreased - at which point, i fell asleep. being in that much pain, and being as scared as i was was exhausting. i don't know for sure, but i'm thinking the three things (nausea, stinkomatic trots, and then chest pain) were related. whatever it was, i'm glad that today, i felt a little better. all i had to eat yesterday were two bowls of cereal. a little water to drink. i didn't even drink the dr pepper that i bought myself! wha???? thats when you know i'm sick - no appetite. today, i ate a couple more bowls of cereal. i wasn't feeling much like eating tons, but it was good to have a little something in my belly. i did rest a lot again today. read a bunch & napped, can't complain too much.
i did have a little conversation on the phone this evening with heather. and hopey. she didn't have much to say, but she sure enjoyed (and made my day) with her jubilant hi's. oh my goodness. we had a little squealing match. i likes her. she was none too happy when she couldn't talk anymore, i loved hearing her squawk in the background when the phone was taken away (sorry heather, i know that part wasn't fun for you)
anyway - i can't imagine its true, but i'm off to enjoy my bed and book a little more. then its more sleepy time.