I got sick. It kicked my butt. I thought I was better, then I got sick again. All in five days. I went outside today and drove my car to take the boys swimming then to the grocery store. We can eat again.
The knife in my head left this afternoon and food smells don't make me gag today. I need to be better tomorrow. The missionaries are coming for dinner. White Chicken Chili sounds like a winner.
Must be well for Witch's Lunch. If I keep saying it - it will come true.