This week was the first week where I had all day bouts of nausea. That plus the cold really slowed me down at work. Thankfully there's been no barfing yet, and the nausea has let up some the last two days.
On one side, that is awesome -- I hate the feeling of nausea. On the other side, my Worrygear(tm) sets in; I begin thinking, "Oh no, I'm not sick -- there must be something wrong." I'm trying not to fret on it too much and just attribute the lack of barfy feeling to the miraculous little wonders known as Reese's Snack Bars that I force myself to eat before I even get out of bed.
I'm certainly still eating a lot. Kinda disturbed by that -- I have a fear of gaining 50 pounds during this process. But sometimes I HAVE TO EAT NOW. A few days ago I was in my office and I realized if I don't get a McDonald's cheeseburger right now, I'm going to barf. It was 10:00 in the morning. Best-tasting cheeseburger McDonald's has ever made.
Need to stop eating so much; this is stupid.
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