My stomach and I are still not on speaking terms. Actually, it’s talking all the damn time, I’m just not talking to it. I was so sick and rundown last week that I even caved and went to the doctor. She thinks it’s probably stress or a virus. If it doesn’t get better in a few weeks, then I get to go back and they guess again.
Being weak and rundown is not my scene — which is probably why it’s taking me forever to get better. I like pretend like my stomach’s not killing me and that I’m fine, and then I crash and burn in a very unattractive way.
Today I did what I was supposed to, rested and drank lots of fluids. It’s been a total drag. I cried a lot too, but I blame that on my weakened condition and an overabundance of bad TV. I managed to watch about four episodes of Dawson’s Creek today. What makes this so amazing is that they were four episodes I’d never seen before. Easily the highlight of my weekend.
I’m feeling particularly old, lame, and vulnerable. It totally sucks.