day-by-day

I've been spending my days mostly the same. Lots of lounging on the couch. Flipping between Bravo, E, and Food Network. I'm going to have to change the channel quick, the Barefoot Contessa is making a celery salad and that makes me particularly gaggy. 

I haven't been to the grocery store in weeks. I've been outsourcing that to Justin. Just like everything else. Yesterday I had a complete mental breakdown about how bad the refrigerator smells. Like. Mental. He earned a high spot in heaven spending an hour cleaning out every nook, cranny, and crevice that the fridge has. And still, I gag when I open it. Pretty sure there's no bad smell in the fridge. It's all in my head. Or nose?

I've finally made it to a couple hours of work a day with some huge deep breaths to try to calm the nausea. Today though I had to get blood drawn, and the tech made me lay down on the cot with the teddy bear paper so I wouldn't faint. So that's just embarrassing.  

Everyone is reassuring me that it'll only be a couple more weeks and I'll feel fine. I pray they're right!

How beautiful is that sick-day breakfast? Gorgeous.