Remember that nasty cold I had that somehow led to a kidney infection? Remember how nauseous I was? I’ve hurled (emesis-ed, regurgitated, up chucked) more in the past 30 days than I have in the past five years. I don’t hurl. It’s not part of my body’s functions. I was 10 before I hurled for the first time. Thought I was dyin’. But enough with the TMI, hm?
It was/is from the antibiotic. So I quit taking it and the nausea went away.
Called the doc and asked for a different kind of antibiotic.
Nope, she said, keep taking the other no matter what.
So, dammit, I’m on it again and I’m nauseous again. Greeeat. I have to go in next week and pee in a cup to see if the infection is gone. Greeeat-er.
Plus I’ve been busy with my fish tanks, busy with Lorna, busy writing…yes, writing. I’m still on BG2 and I’ve actually done a little of an–gasp!–outline. I also did a time line for the BG books and did some planning for them as well.
Hmm, maybe hurling one’s toenails erodes one’s brain of natural protections set-up against outlining.