Is it possible to have food poisoning twice in one weekend? Because I think I had it.
After finally feeling well enough to go out for some food last night (the first time since I tried to leave the house Saturday morning), I wound up being more horrifically ill last night/this morning than I was on Saturday. So ill. Extremely ill. So ill that I'm home AGAIN from work and probably won't make rent. I didn't sleep at all and spent more time leaning my head on the bathroom counter than my pillow. Bad, bad development.
It's just been a kind of bad weekend. The gum thing I had fixed last week fell off, leaving a gaping hole over my tooth, which means I'm probably going to have to get the whole replacement thing done again in a week or two. And I'm pretty sure my old insurance plans aren't going to cover any of it, which means it will come out of my pocket entirely. The thought of getting that same procedure done again... It makes me want to cry. Receding gums are nothing but trouble.
So I'm hoping the ginger ale fairy will drop some off at my house soon, along with some lemon yogurt or something soft and edible and unoffensive, so I don't wind up turning into an anorexic from fear that all food is going to make me feel like something from Alien is living in my belly.
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