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Lisa is rejoicing. Even if cautiously. It seems the aids gods, and the nausea fairies have convened a summit, and the popular vote was to release Lisa from the strangle hold of daily nausea. I suppose those extra couple of hours worshipping the porcelain gods worked for my benefit Thursday night.
Friday, I was feeling positively human. Hungry even………..needless to say, the diet has gone out the window. I’m talking everything edible that’s not nailed down, has at least been given a cursory sniff. I will shamelessly admit (just between us), that the greater portion of Saturday was spent in a state of mildly uncomfortable gluttonous haze.
I went berzerk. I drank alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Come to think of it…..that probly wasn’t really gluttonous haze, it was more likely hangover. BUT……a hangover devoid of nausea. WOO HOO !!!
Today, I have come to my senses. The word moderation has re-entered my vocabulary. It is a wonderful world again when you finally get dumped by your old friend nausea. This is the only time in my life I can recall being so glib over being dumped by an old friend.
Praise be to the aids gods, and the nausea fairies. Thank you for this greatly appreciated reprieve.
I'm thinkin' Burger King........