Of getting sick, that is. I've been oscillating since about 5:30 (when Ragsy woke up - thank you, new teeth) between severe illness involving cramping and frequent bathroom trips and extreme hunger, thanks to the aforementioned trips to the toilet. I decided to go to work because I figured a shower, some movement and purpose would get my mind off my illness. And, dammit, I don't want to admit that I'm sick because that might mean I'd have to stay home from mom's tomorrow. And that'll happen only in an extreme circumstance, which may be fast approaching.
My stomach is starting to churn and I'm thanking God that there's a bag in my car because I might need it. Yes, too much information.
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