...things will settle down. I'm sure of it.
After everything that happened at work last week, I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. No such luck. Friday "the angry redhead" came calling and left me with excruciating cramps. On top of that, Saturday morning at 3:00 am I woke up with stomach cramps and spent the next 12 hours violently ill as my body purged itself of everything I'd eaten in the last day and then some. I spent the rest of the day sleeping upright on my couch and sipping Gatorade. Today my whole body hurts from the violent illness of the day before. I've spent most of the day in bed and just ate a small bowl of brown rice to see if I can keep it down. So far, so good.
So now I'm facing the dilemma of whether or not to attend Tiffanie's viewing tomorrow evening. Her funeral is Tuesday morning and I will definitely go, but the viewing... geez I'm sick of this.
Sometimes I think I need to go to make this feel real, but then again, I don't want to see her like that. I'll worry about it tomorrow.
I'm going back to bed.