It Ain't Much...

....but it's all I got.

I work pretty hard at staying stress free.  Okay, that's a fib - I know to keep feeling somewhat decent not to let life's little bumps bother me.

It is when a big something or other comes along that my stress ramps up and I go down.

And it happened two days ago.

::snap:: Just like that.  With one email I knew Pooldad and I were facing yet another big bump on our little road. A "SO did not see THAT coming" type of bump.  As I said we didn't see it coming, there was nothing we could do about it beforehand and it is something that is going to take us some time to recover from.

I don't need this.  Well, no one needs this nor does anyone deserve it but it took me down Tuesday night and I am wrecked.

I have been awake sporadically for two days, unable to sleep longer than an hour or two due to an attack which leads me to periods of throwing up.  The problem with this kind of attack is after the initial onset my stomach is empty and I am unable to hold anything down - not water, not ginger ale and certainly not food. So I end up dry heaving for hours on end.  Which is not only terribly attractive [ask the family] it hurts.  It wracks my whole body which makes me more ill.

So the whole point of this whine fest is I am going to be fine - but just a little more quiet than usual.  No worries if I don't answer your emails or comment or answer the phone.

I'm still here. You can see me over there - I'm the one hunched over the sink. :)