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Bleah. I feel awful.

I woke up this morning feeling nauseous, and every time I coughed I felt like I was going to throw up. I hauled myself out of bed to get dressed and take Trigger back to the airport, but couldn’t seem to get the energy together to do more than sit on the couch for a while.

I finally got myself dressed and put the kettle on for a tea. That’s when I had to run upstairs and actually throw up. I hate it. The kettle was downstairs on the stove, whistling away, and I couldn’t leave the bathroom floor. It didn’t boil dry, though… I was able to bring myself back downstairs and shut it off, then made myself a tea to calm my stomach.

Trigger found out that the subway is being really stupid today, so we decided to call her an airport taxicab, instead of having me take her up there on subway. It works out better for both of us, she gets to the airport quicker, and I can lie around and be ill and miserable. I don’t feel like I’m about to throw up again really soon, but I don’t feel well at all.

So, Trigger has left the building, she’s on her way to Lester B. Pearson, then on to Denver and home. I’m sad I couldn’t take her to the ‘port, but I’m a bit relieved too… I really don’t like throwing up in public places.

1 Comment

  • triggerhappy

    April 24, 2001 at 7:01 pm

    Hmmm – I really don’t enjoy seeing people throw up in public.
    :/
    It worked out well and glad you didn’t have to be drug out. That would have made me feel bad anyway…

    *hugs*