Wednesday night, I knew I was getting sick. My nose was basically a faucet. I felt bad enough that after I stocked up on lotion tissues and ricolas, I took a cab home. And my husband made dinner - fortunately, it was planned, I had all the makings in the house and he did a very good job.
And I woke up too sick for pakua Thursday. In fact, as the day went on, I felt more and more miserable - I could barely face drinking water. This would eventually save things.
I do not throw up easily. This is not a good thing - when I get food poisoning, as I do a couple times a year, or a 24 hour virus, whatever is in my stomach has to *go*. I have bruised my eyes in the attempt to do this, or spent hours hanging over the toilet, knowing that if it does happen I'll feel much better immediately. Yeah, I know. Fun.
It also takes more than one go to really do the job, and the second time is usually harder because I have less to get rid of.
This time, though. I figured out how to do it. I kept drinking water. Several sips at a time, which was all I could manage. I could feel my stomach rebel, and I felt worse, but I kept drinking water. And it worked. Okay, it worked somewhat disastrously, as I had to clean the bathroom and change my nightgown, but it *worked*. The next sips of water stayed down nicely in a happy stomach. I'm going to have to remember this.
Meanwhile, Wonderful Husband brought home dinner last night, including egg drop soup. I wasn't able to eat anything last night, but I just had the soup for lunch. So far, so good. And my nose is feeling better. Shabbat dinner and lunch aren't going to be gourmet masterpieces, but they will be fine. And Wonderful Husband also brought home challah, so I don't have to buy anything. I love my Wonderful Husband. :)