After dinner last night (steak, mashed potatoes and tomatoes), I start to feel nauseous. And tired. By 9:15, I am in bed, with a towel next to me, just in case. I awake at 1:30 and see that Alexander is still up studying. The fact that he had a surprise snow day on Friday should have insured an early-to-bed time on Sunday, but it didn’t. I’m feeling too sick to say anything. And then, what am I going to say anyway?
I’m burning up. Not from fever, but rather from my 76 degree apartment. I open my window, and go back to sleep.
By six this morning I’m in the bathroom throwing up. I don’t know if it’s something I ate or the stomach flu that seems to be going around. I go back to sleep until the phone wakes me at 9:30.
I spend the day lying around, trying to read, and drinking green tea. M suggests I go on the B.R.A.T diet for the day:
- Bananas
- Rice
- Apple sauce
- Toast
Around two, I’m still tired but my stomach feels fine. I try some Weight Watchers multi-crisps in lieu of the T for toast and my body adapts. By four, I am more adventurous and substitute the A for apple sauce for a plain A as in apple. No problem.
By eight I’ve abandoned B.R.A.T. completely and asked Alexander if he could pick me up a plain roll and some deli turkey. I have that for dinner, and digest it easily. I think I can manage a mini Ciao Bella mango sorbet for dessert, and hope that whatever stomach thing possessed my body earlier today is now gone.
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