Well, I caved in and couldn't breathe myself out of it any longer!
I didn't eat dinner because I wasn't too hungry. I did have some chips and salsa which turned out to be a big No-No!
About 9pm-ish, I told Andrew I was ready for bed because I didn't feel too well.. No sooner did I bring the laundry baskets up, I ran to the bathroom, threw off my scarf onto the hallway floor and threw up my salsa... :/
While I'm upchucking, I look over to the hallway and see my annoying cat hewing on the ends of my scarf. Great. I yelled for Andrew and he picked it up.
After that, I felt fine. Maybe I need to make myself throw up more often? Instead of having constant nausea all day?
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