So the dog is fine now. But I’m still on and off nauseous. I’ve been working through, taking breaks when it gets really bad, but for the most part I’m just trudging along my day in semi-misery.
Nothing makes it better and nothing makes it worse.
I used to get this in college. I’m sure it’s happened since then, but that’s when it made itself a memorable occurance. It’s always stress-induced, and there’s really nothing to be done for it except to relax. Which is easier said then done when you’re trying desperately not to yarf.
I had other posts planned for this week, but I can barely do my actual work.
Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.