Sick Day…🤢

Today started out okay. I dropped my son off at his friends, drove my daughter to her solo practice and read my book in the van while she danced. We decided to go to Value Village to see if we could find her anything for her Velma costume for dance.  On the way I bought us some Starbucks. I had a bit of it and was fine. Then, as we got closer to the store I told her that my coffee wasn’t sitting right. I started gagging and was certain that I was going to yack in my van. But, we made it to the parking lot. I almost was sick in the lot. Then, as we were heading in, I told her to guide me straight to the back, to the washrooms. I almost didn’t make it, gagging and belching on the way, sure that I would just lose it wherever. But we made it to the bathrooms, just in time. This I won’t describe in gory detail. Needless to say, I lost the coffee and my lunch. It wouldn’t stop. It was awful. Especially being in a weird bathroom stall feeling that ill. I wanted to beam myself home. It was yucky!! From there, we left! I drove us home, then laid down and fell asleep. I woke up still feeling nauseous, but I had some soup and crackers. I still feel pokey now, so I’m going to hit the hay and hopefully go to sleep. I don’t know if the milk in my latee was rotten or what it was, but I hope it’s not an actual bug. Hopefully I feel back to normal tomorrow!! I’m heading to bed now. Night all💤😴

To help with research and treatment for Trigeminal Neuralgia please go to (Trigeminal Neuralgia and Me) to sign a petition to have the World Health Organization (WHO) add Trigeminal Neuralgia (TN) to their “Health topic list.””Hopefully one day I’ll get it right, or at least have fun, while about it I write!!”

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