French Word of the Day: rester (res-tay)- to rest
My couch and I have been hanging out this weekend. Occasionally, someone joins us to watch movies. (Rocio’s coming back to a Netflix full of recommendations for chick flicks instead of horror films. That’s going to be a fun surprise. Maybe there’s one that mixes the two genres? I’d watch that.)
I didn’t get as sick as I thought I might. I started having stomach pain on Friday night and it persisted every time I tried to eat something. (I try to eat things a lot.) My stomach and I finally compromised on saltines and bananas.
I was still a bit nauseated when I went into work today, but I found my magic drug: ginger beer. It’s magic wrapped in magic. My stomach has been behaving since the very first sip. This worked well because it was my coworker’s birthday today, and someone brought in cake. I can’t turn down cake. That’s just wrong. (Wanting to eat cake after being nauseated earlier is a completely normal response. Probably.)
Overall? Not too bad. The CellCept was way worse. I can do this five more times.