You know it flows downhill Man oh man. I've been spending this whole week recovering from a bout of stomach yukkiness that started Sunday morning as I was scrubbing down the shower. My least favorite activity, I'll have you know, so I don't do it very often, which of course makes the job so much more difficult. I got very faint and had to sit back for a few minutes and breathe. I figured that I had just gotten too much cleaning chemical, so I finished up the job, got cleaned up and went to church. During church I started having the cold sweats, which actually I've been having often lately -- I blame everything on the steroids. By the time I got home, I had unnatural cravings for corndogs even though I was terribly nauseated. I spent the better part of sunday afternoon and the rest of the night lying on the tile floor with beach towels and a pillow, trying desperately to keep it together, which I failed miserably at. Let's just say that I owe poor Gary the HUGEST TIME EVER, like a NEW CAR kind of oweing. And several towels could not be salvaged. EEEWWWWWW. Gary is so good to me. And I just KNOW he's waiting for me to get my strength back so he can get me back BUT GOOD. Because he knows PAYBACKS ARE HELL.
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