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Well, I'm still sick. Though I might be actually eating real solids (!) which makes me ever so happy! The thought of two more weeks of this nausea is almost unbearable at this point. I know it might happen. I know, I know, I know, but denial is sometimes a coping mechanism, so I am all about denial.

Today I have had two whole pieces of toast! And baby food (prunes with apple and, later, pears) and about 1/2 a cup of beef barley soup.

I am thinking of making white rice with chicken broth for dinner. Actually, I'm pretty hungry, I just can't really tell how much I can stomach.

The other problem is sleep. That problem being: I can't.

I was up for much of the night working on my wall-staring technique and during the day *every time* I've fallen asleep the phone has rung within a half hour. And my mom? If I don't answer?

Oh, it's not good.

So that is also sucky.

And I still want a cheeseburger and, after watching 2.5 hours of the food network, lasagna and polenta and grilled caesar salad and fruit salad and spinach-artichoke dip and bacon wrapped crackers and yeah.

I think I'll go make my rice and broth.

Oh goody!

eta: ix-nay on the ice-ray. It takes about 20 minutes to cook, all told (I don't have instant) and I don't trust me with anything that takes so long to cook. Looks like it's more baby food and crackers for me. =(

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Well, I'm done with solids for a while. It's not that the last ones didn't stay down it's that *something* (possibly the cipro) didn't stay down so we are back to coddling my tummy.

Damnit.