It must be Monday. The worst things to happen to me all week are usually on a Monday. I’d thought I’d gotten away from Mondays. While I was working in IT for several decades, the Universe would remove Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from my week and throw in a couple of extra Mondays. I figured the Universe owed me all those lost days and sine then I’ve had far fewer Mondays in my life. Except for a few weeks ago and today. As I’ve said before Monday is a Hell of a way to spend one-seventh of your life.
I was feeling OK this morning when I got up, although my blood sugar was a little high. Got the dogs walked since this is supposed to be the last day of decent weather for a while. As I ended the last walk, the winds picked up and a little drizzle of rain started.
We got out early to run an errand and just as we got back I started feeling nauseous, to the point that I took an Ondansetron. The feeling subsided a little but ultimately I went down.
Spent most of the day in bed when I wasn’t running for the bathroom. Each of the dogs came in at various times to check on me. Sirocco climbed on the bed after I went back to sleep and curled up by my feet to keep vigil.
I got up for a little while in the afternoon, drank some Gatorade, then went back to sleep.
I got up again in the evening to watch some TV with the wife. I managed to eat some toast and keep it down. I’m feeling a little better this evening too. Hopefully this is passing.
In the meantime, we’ve had howling winds all day. The weather app said we might have gusts up to 60 miles per hour (96.5 kilometers per hour) and I’d believe it.
The temperature is also plummeting down to 16 deg F (-8 deg C) overnight. Sounds like good weather to hibernate in.
I hope you’re doing well, my Hordeling.
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