When my friend had the stomach flu this week, I was sympathetic . . . I offered oatmeal, I offered to go get stuff. I had no idea what all the moaning was about.
Now that I have left the fun fair early and spent the last 3 hours of my Friday night balled up in a heap in the middle of my bed, I have some appreciation. The fact that I just hurled my guts out with NO warning . . . made me really have an appreciation for how sick he felt.
A temporary thought . . . death probably feels better than this, right?
I think it only lasts 24-36 hours. If you don't hear from me after that, send the calvary.
Must go lie down now.
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