I got a bad case of food poisoning this weekend, and when I say bad, I mean the least painful part was vomiting eight times in two hours. My next door neighbor, Shane, was amazing; she took me to the hospital at midnight, joking to keep me calm, and stayed the whole time while I got IV fluids and meds and heated blankets (I was wearing two shirts, two pairs of pants, fluffy socks and sneakers and I was still shivering violently).

Spent today in bed, too dizzy even to read, slept a lot, drank a little water but didn’t even attempt food. I’m scarily behind on my work, and worried about whether there’s going to be a problem with insurance, but mostly I’m just so glad to be slowly getting better and so grateful to Shane for helping me.


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