I've been sleeping a ton, in between the bouts of vomiting, and i keep having these awful fever dreams. I think I was delirious for a good amount of time last night-- for instance, I was afraid to go downstairs because the mole people might get me. Mole people. I ask you. Then, I was afraid to get up and go to the bathroom because a Wendigo might eat me. Stupidly, I didn't remind myself that wendigos either don't exist or are part of the lore of Native American tribes thousands of miles away from me, I reminded myself that I live in the suburbs. Of course, mole people can also live in the suburbs, they just do it farther south than we do, so I had to be careful.
Things are looking up, though. I can look at something without getting nauseous fora little while and I can swallow water at this point. I may actually make a speedy recovery.
Unfortunately I'm pretty sure that I will be missing Tosca tonight. Mrrr.