Resurrected

Wow, yesterday I either died and came back to life... or at the least I had a major out-of-body experience. Everything that had been inside my body came OUT! I haven't been sick like that in a long, long time. I don't even remember the last time I threw up. But I made up for it yesterday. Stumbled across the parking lot at 4:30 and didn't get up the rest of the night except to puke. (aren't you glad I'm telling you this?)

But... I feel much better right now. Well, maybe not "much better", but better anyhow. Took a shower, shaved, and drank 1 cup of coffee. Thought I might head to the office, but have since decided to sit and rest some more. Maybe later. I should probably eat something. The half piece of toast since my cereal yesterday noon might not be cutting it. Speaking of which, that's all I tasted last night: honey oats & bunches cereal and diet vanilla pepsi. I don't think I'll have either for a while.

So... since it's Valentine's Day, I read 1 Corinthians 13. I had a card and small box of candy for Jane, but forgot all about that it was V-day whilst puking my guts out. I guess she'll get them when she gets home from work today. At any rate... I could add to 1 Cor. 13 "...love is cleaning up your spouses puke; and not complaining about it." It is nice to be loved. I am such a wimp when it comes to getting sick.

Not much else to say today. I'm fighting the urge to work... to 'get things done.' You know what... it will all still be there when I feel better. (Right?)

Oh yeah, and I see I did finally get my picture on my profile. What a ROTTEN picture! But... that's me. I do look a little pale. Must have been sick when I took it.

Think I'll go lay down. My jaw is still sore from when I woke up with my head leaning against the toilet seat. Yuk!

Peace, my friends. Revolution... slowly.