Whoa. So, shortly after midnight Friday, I woke up with a stomach ache. Four hours later, I awoke again, and dashed to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, I called Jerry to help me. I had cleaned myself up just fine, but I lacked the strength to walk back to bed. The rest of Friday was spent in delirium, fever, and discomfort. I consumed nothing but water that day, not because I particularly wanted any, but because I was dehydrated, and I was scared to consume anything else. Saturday was also pretty feverish and dehydrated, and I consumed water and chicken broth. Sunday I felt better, but was still pretty weak, and kept wavering between feeling fine and feeling not so fine. I had a little bit of vegetable soup for lunch, and pork stew from the crock pot for dinner. Jerry took very good care of me all weekend. Such a good little nursemaid. Today, I woke up feeling mostly better, and went to work. Of course, after I got to work, I started feeling weak again, bu I made it through the day. Now, my appetite seems normal again. But this weakness nonsense is for the birds. I respect the fact that it's natural, given that I was sick and hardly ate anything, but still. I'm used to bouncing back quickly. The last time a stomach bug knocked me down, I was only a liquid diet for a week and barely missed a beat. I don't go down easily, and I certainly don't stay down. I had a tuna salad sandwich and potato chips for dinner. Yum. And Jerry just called to tell me he's not feeling well. But he says it's not his stomach. We haven't figured out what went on with my stomach. Food poisoning seems unlikely, since I haven't eaten anything that someone else didn't also eat. Except some frozen tater tots Wednesday night. I cooked them, obviously, and I wasn't thrilled with my dinner, but it was functional. In other news... The word "classy" is a word that has to be used extremely carefully. If it is used in the wrong context, or even the wrong tone, it becomes rather sleazy and/or creepy. Also, it is absolutely essential that it be spelled correctly. As I once told Jerry when we passed an establishment called "Klassy Kuts," "It's not classy if it's spelled with a 'k'!" | 
