And here I thought I was going to beat the battle with my stomach. I still think I am putting up a winning fight, because even though I feel like I am going to lose it, while even the idea of food is unappealing, I still have not had any repeat incidences of succumbing to the porcelain throne. My Harmon's charade is still the only one on my list. I attribute my ability to handle my wits due to years of living with a sensitive stomach that is prone to become upset if not carefully handled.
I still hope that this passes soon because I certainly don't feel like myself, and I am always hot. Sickness and Hotness are a terrible combination.
Scott comes home tonight, still waiting for him to show up, will probably be a little while still, but man I wish he would hurry up. Having him home can make all the difference sometimes.
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