This is so close to the truth it hurts. I’m not kidding.
Last night, I developed a ‘wonderful’ bout of nausea, right around bedtime. The stuff didn’t go away until I walked in the door at work this morning. Needless to say I had reservations about eating much of anything, so I kept everything light.
Big mistake. Because I was in agony by 18:45. Oh yeah, my gut was completely empty and it was letting me know.
A trip to Q’doba was the cure. Yes, I’m feeling a lot better. But I’m never doing that again.
I’m thinking that the whole incident was due to the weather; it was fairly warm and humid both last night and for most of the day. We’ve only just now lost some of the moisture in the air. It doesn’t help that I had heat illness well over a decade ago; once you get it, you have a tendency to get it again. The tamoxifen isn’t helping, either.
The break isn’t going to last long, as we’re looking at possible ninety degree temps in a few days. Me, I’m counting down the days until autumn.
