This photo of Sophie embodies how I felt this morning when I woke up feeling almost like myself again.  Weak and tired, but no more pain.  I actually ate today.  For the first time in days.  Soup, rice and toast never tasted so good.

With a little bit of luck, I’ll actually be able to enjoy more than just the bread at Daniel on Saturday.  But the best part about finally feeling like a human being again is that my little Sophie was willing to cuddle with me for the first time since last Thursday.  Boy, did I miss those cuddles.

Well, so much for thinking I was getting better.  I wasn’t.  In fact, I got worse.  Went to the doctor this morning who confirmed what I had suspected, which was that I had a nasty gastroenteritis.  Which means that today’s lovely diet consisted of an appetizing mix of Gatorade, Pedialyte (didn’t think I’d see that in my house again until grandkids) and ginger ale.

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