Paul sat there on the edge of the tub watching me yak and rubbed my back in between episodes. 4 more weeks... 4 more weeks... please let it go away after 4 more weeks....
Saturday, June 28, 2003
Ugh. I feel better now after brushing my teeth and a quickie shower but before I felt gross. Never got to watch any of the movies we rented -- I hit the sack as soon as I got back because I felt so bad. Sea bands back on, groaning and moaning, tossing and turning. I must have dozed but I can't recall it and I def. do not feel rested. I got up to go pee and then ended up racing for the potty to throw up, crying, and who knows what else.
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