I clearly did not die last night, but I did sleep for about thirteen hours, and I only got up around 7:45 because I was feeling guilty about the babies getting their breakfast. I don't feel bad, only sore from the violence of the sickness. I've canceled my lunch with my friend Eamonn, and I am staying close to home today.
I know EXACTLY how you feel. Have had one day like that in which I was sure was my end on earth. Happily it was not. Recently had a near-miss day during which time I simply slept without attempting to do the normal things I do.
It's a mystery why this happens...I tend to think it's related to food, but have never been totally sure about that.
