I have angered the stomach gods with my overly optimistic and simplistic view of how my stomach was receiving cooked food and fruit. This resulted in subsequent praying to the porcelain gods.
I tend to do this thing where if I'm feeling a little better, I'm cured. Denial works in many ways, and minimalism is my favorite. Just this morning, my husband was slightly annoyed that he had to remind me how sick I was just last week. My answer? "But I feel better right-now-this-minute!"
I've had the first of two ketotifen doses of the night, so I better get offline before I say something REALLY silly.
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I'm glad you had a 'right-now-this-minute' of feeling better. did your husband give you that scrunched up nose when he asked you that?
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