Friday morning I woke feeling even less well. I went to seminary, bungled through a lesson, because my mind was wandering and my stomach felt sick. After seminary, I drove my daughter's carpool, went home, and have very little idea of what happened after that. I recall losing the contents of my stomach and I know I slept because I have a vivid recollection of a snake-squirrel living in the wall above my entertainment center. It leapt/slithered down to land on Darrin, then joined me on the couch where I was sleeping. Thankfully, the phone rang and I was able to wake up, recognize the impossibility of a snake-squirrel, and realize that Darrin was still at work.
I believe I chatted online with a few people, because I've seen the message history. My apologies to all of you. I don't recall arising from the couch, but obviously I did, since I have the virtual proof available. Actually, most of the conversations seem lucid, which is a blessing. I also managed to e-mail about seven people (again, no recollection of this), and pay some online bills (with the correct amounts--amazing). I awoke around 6:30 p.m., hearing Adam and DJ whispering that they'd never seen me sleep so much before. Adam wondered if I was dead, and stood with his hand in front of my nose for a few minutes to make certain I was still breathing. I really need to remind him to wash his hands more frequently.
My dad had come at some point during the day. He brought me ginger ale. I have a hazy recollection of him telling me that we just got a new account and I'd have a bunch of paper work to draw up on Monday. After he left I drank some ginger ale--which was a mistake.
Adam and DJ watched in awe as I emptied my stomach around 7:30 p.m. They've never seen me throw up before. Adam commented that I'm much quieter about it than Darrin is, and he was pretty impressed that I didn't need anyone to hold back my hair, pat me on the back or anything. There is nothing better than an appreciative audience when one is barfing one's guts out.
Around midnight I woke up again. Darrin had gotten me some Coke (caffeine free, of course. He figured I should avoid that since I'd been sleeping for about sixteen hours). He suggested I try some, so I did. It threatened to make a second appearance around 1:00 a.m., but thankfully, did not. I slept the night through.
I'm taking a poll on the best invalid foods. What works best, tastes best, won't make me yak? Please, please, please tell me.