Is there anything worse than being stuck at home sick in the springtime?
Missing Edgar week sucks. Chronic nausea and feeling 90 just make it worse. Thn there’s the gurgly moans issuing from my stomach. And the burning inside my belly is so not fun.
The one bright spot?
My dog, Emerson. He seems to have some sort of innate sense of when I’m sick. Because he always cuddles with me and stays by my side. Reaching over to stroke his soft fur makes me feel better.
Did I mention that my brain feels like mush? Or that I have aches and pains in every joint of my body? Or that no matter how much I sleep, I’m exhausted?
What really irks me is when I wake up I think I have energy, but it dissipates within 30 minutes. Now I’m just cranky and achy. And I feel like I’m on the verge of tears. I really really really hate being sick.
Stomach bugs are the worst. But I’m really grateful that I have my puppy (my seven-year-old puppy) to keep me company. Now I’m going to go back to watching Vampire Diaries on iTunes.