It turns out I still have the ability to deal with my stressful life. It's just that I'm dealing with it while I'm hugging a toilet seat and puking my guts out. Because I had the stomach flu, not an ulcer. I have not eaten anything now for three days, yet at 5 am this morning my body was able to find the tiny sip of milkshake I'd taken last night and expel it with the force of a nuclear bomb.
This afternoon, though, I feel much better- in fact, I am doing laundry and some light cleaning- trying to get rid of the sick feel everything has after you've been down for a few days. I have even taken a couple bites of chicken, though I may regret that later.
Other than being a little paler and a bit shaky, I don't have anything new to report. I hope your weekend was better than mine.
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