ARE THESE THE CULPRITS?

For two days I have been spending many hours in the bathroom. There isn't much I dislike more than throwing up--only a trip to the gynecologist and dentist come to mind and, as I think of it, probably not even those. After barfing you are thirsty and so you drink a tiny bit of water, you sip it slowly so it won't come back up, but it does. If you don't drink any water your stomach just tries to throw itself up.

The only thing I ate differently than Phil was four strawberries and a tablespoon of sour cream. Brand new strawberries, never opened, brand new sour cream, the "pull date" way in the future. Strawberries are the one thing I feel like eating but I couldn't survive another barf-a-rama session. So help me I couldn't. It's been 40 hours since this whole nonsense started and I still feel awful.

Look how fresh and wonderful the strawberries look.

But out they go.

So, that's why I haven't blogged nor have I checked blogs. Thanks, my dear blogging friends, for the phone calls and the emails. It's so nice to have concerned family and friends.