my weak constitution

in the world of symbolism yesterday, i had a "glass not only half empty, but kicked over and the other half empty too" kind of day. i am pretty sure if i had grown up in the days with covered wagons going across the prairie, i'm the one who would have succumbed to the first mysterious ailment that came along, when there was no tincture to administer.

or, in more modern terms, i would probably be the first one kicked off the island ;)

i guess you could say i am not much good at being sick. i hate it!! even though i think God spared me from being TOO sick, as i asked. i never did actually vomit, although i wanted to...alot. i finally figured out my slight stomach upset was being enhanced by the theraflu, and the fact that i'd only eaten a brownie and a packet of sugar free jello in 36 hours.

let me tell you, that stuff is nasty. it took awhile before things settled, and i had a cup of noodles later in the evening, which helped. today, i am still woozey in the stomach, but toast sounds kind of pleasant.

i guess maybe sometimes, even the weak survive :)