Annoying. My brain started scrambling. Sick.
The fever broke around 5 p.m. and I got the chills lying in bed. I quickly got up to take a warm, warm shower, and began to reheat food to feed the parents in their chairs. The smells, however, upset my stomach even more and I ended up taking one of mom's anti-nausea pills (there's a pill for everything and my mom has them).
I was reminded, too, of the one time they served raviolis in school. It was the last time I EVER ate one...I got that sick from them. Can't even look at them without getting those awful pangs.
Yesterday was a bust. I simply wanted the rest of daylight to pass so I could go to bed and hopefully sleep more of whatever it is off. The sounds of Days of Our Lives blaring from an iPad & yelling at my father to use the buttons on his new chair to go up and down scrambled my brain.
In my attempt to sleep, I realized I'm simply exhausted. Period. The rat race finally caught up with me.
