Strike the last post from the record. The nausea is too as acute. Maybe worse. Horrible and awful and miserable and today I broke down. I was supposed to get ready for work so I put on a shirt and smushed my hair into a ponytail and felt so miserably horrible I started sobbing and crying and gasping and had to race for the toilet where I wanted to give up and die. The crying made the nausea worse but I couldn't stop. Tears flew out all over me and my shirt and the toilet bowl. As I sat on the floor and held on to the toilet seat, Pixie, in a show of utmost support, stood on my lap to rest her own little paws on the toilet seat next to my hands. We gripped that seat and stared into the toilet together.
1 week ago