Hot Coals

I’d rather walk over hot coals, barefoot, than puke. Today…it’s looking like I might have some serious burns on my feet. I feel so shitty today. I’m drinking gingerale and downing Saltines like crazy. Man I came so close to barfing this morning… YUCK! I thought I would have gotten used to feeling like this over the past few weeks. Nope – each day I find myself thinking “I can’t believe that I feel so awful!” I’ll be 13 weeks on the 9th – my chiropractor ensures me I’ll wake up that morning and feel like a new woman! Then there’s the rest of the population that tells me that they, or their friend, sister, aunt, dog…whatever…was sick for the whole nine months. Who tells people such things?! Especially when it’s obvious that’s not what I want to hear?!

I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through today. I’m actually supposed to be on vacation, but decided that since we couldn’t afford to go away that I would just work instead. What was I thinking?! Jesus H. I’d kill to still be in bed. And if I was still in bed, I wouldn’t have had the little episode this morning with almost vomiting. I’ve slept in the truck a few times at lunch over the past few weeks and decided that I wouldn’t do it anymore (after sleeping for an hour and a half one day last week – OOPS), but today, I think I might have to.

So it’s now almost 3pm. I managed to stay awake and get a few things done, but I can’t stand that I have another hour and 45 left of today. How to kill the time?… Well, I’ll start with posting this half assed entry and then read the newspaper or something…anything until I can go home and nap!