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I’m still sort of recovering from my zero day, so I’ve not been able to eat much. It sucks, because I’m starving and really miss food. It doesn’t help that my colleagues at work are less than sympathetic. One was so kind as to microwave fish yesterday, which is tantamount to office warfare for people working in a small space. It was all I could do not to barf on her so unkindly prepared lunch.

I have no idea what has been causing this terrible affliction. I’m considering it’s a mixture of stress and the recent developmental leap my son has made learning to jump, which he loves to do on my lap and stomach whenever I hold him. It could be food poisoning. I did take in a questionable breakfast sandwich at a catered affair on Saturday. I can’t be certain.

I took a dose of my son’s anti-gas drops yesterday to calm my stomach and that seems to help a little. I am happy to report I’m mending, slowly. The food I ate today luckily stayed down and didn’t result in the tortuous burps of regret that I’ve been experiencing every time I’ve eaten since the weekend. However, I don’t think I’m quite out of the woods. I’m hoping to have this thing licked before I leave for my conference next week, because being sick on a plane is one of the worst things I can imagine.