But, surprise, surprise, that's not what I'm bitching about.
I wake up, brush my teeth, try to drink at least 20 ounces of fluid and go for my walk. I return home. I drink more water, we eat breakfast.
We sit down and watch some TV (cause we're going backwards and we're now in the Jon Pertwee years on the Great Doctor Who festival that has become our lives) . About half an hour into it, I'm sick to my stomach, and fight nausea for the next couple hours, sometimes puking, sometimes not.
Then, I take a nap, wake up, make dinner, eat, sit down with Todd and watch more TV, get urpy again, usually not resulting in throwing up, but feeling like I might at any moment.
Go to bed. Sleep. Wake up the next morning feeling pretty good. And thus the cycle of life continues.
Todd had a virus that was a lot like this a couple weeks ago. It lasted for about three days. I'm going on day 10. I'm damned tired of this. Especially the "I feel great in the morning, but will feel crappy by noon!"