I feel like myself again. I feel human. It's interesting (in a yucky way) how nausea sucks out my humanity. Certain pains or illnesses I can handle and ignore, but this isn't one of them. I don't want to think, I don't want to move. All my attention is focused on the commotion in my stomach.
As I painfully drove myself home yesterday, I thought longingly (ridiculously) of setting up a mattress and blanket in my bathroom, so I wouldn't have to go far in an emergency, so I wouldn't have to move much. Since I don't have a bathroom-sized mattress, I did not. Instead I just visited the bathroom once, then put myself to bed. Drifting in and out of sleep did wonders for easing my disgruntled tummy, and I felt far more human when I finally emerged from beneath the comforter three hours later.
Today, I feel like myself, ready to face the world of the living again. What a relief!