tuesday february 23

today i was forced awake by nausea three times in the middle of the night, and forced to jog downstairs to the bathroom and throw up. while the experience was pretty awful, i was able to find a silver lining: i was pretty glad i hadn't suffered the food poisoning a few weeks earlier, when my recovering broken arm made it impossible to get out of bed quickly, and may have prevented me from even making it to the bathroom.