Nearly immediately upon posting yesterday, I got terribly sick. I thought it was an inner ear infection because I had vertigo and bad nausea. I slept most of the day, leaving to go to the walk-in where it was decided that my ears are fine and they couldn't really figure out what was wrong. I got a couple scripts for nausea and my tummy and got sent home. Today I'm still home, because I'm only allowed to take the meds every 8 hours but they only really last about 3.5.
So it turns out that not eating for a day except a very small bowl of plain pasta and some grapes will help you lose 1.5lbs. Not that it's something that would stay off, but it's interesting (to me). If only I could keep that calorie count up whoe actually being active -ha! I don't calorie count. I can't.
This wasn't supposed to be one of those posts. What I was on here to say was that last night I watched two movies. A League of Her Own (long favorite) and A Little Bit of Heaven. I hadn't seen the latter, and while it was a love story involving a woman with terminal cancer, I thought "Kate Hudson! Peter Dinklage! how sad could it be?" Plus the reviews weren't overly kind about the cancer part and said it was basically a rom-com. Yeeeeeaaahhhh. I cried like a baby. Like a little, itty bitty tiny baby. I liked it, but man it was sad. I DO NOT cry at movies. I occasionally get a little choked up but I do not generally cry.
I cried.
So if you need some sort of cathartic cry session, Netflix it.
I'm off to read the mountain of books I have sitting around, as long as I'm unable to leave my bed without waves of nausea.
And before you ask, no, I'm not pregnant.
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