Last night I woke up and began puking from about 3am on. This is a shitty enough situation under any circumstances, but throw in being in a foreign country, cold, in the middle of the night, and have the communal bathrooms be a good two minutes' walk away, and you have a recipe for disaster for the nauseous Liz. I literally split my time all day between lying in one position dozing and reading the Da Vinci Code, and being in the bathroom. It was awful, I had a splitting headache that felt like the insides of my head were swiveling independently of the outsides, and my whole body ached from puking. I managed to keep some broth down around dinnertime.
Brett was so supportive and helpful. He didn't even complain when he made me broth and noodles in the morning and I only ate a spoonful. A true saint, as far as I'm concerned.
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