Waaah...

This morning I woke up feeling a little weak. I thought it might just be because I didn't get a lot of sleep last night (I had to stay up late and do my laundry because I had other plans for tonight), but when I went to Curves and started to exercise, I got very short of breath and nauseous. I came back home and ate an orange, but that didn't make me feel better - in fact, it didn't sit too well in my stomach and I felt like I was going to be sick. So I called in to work to say I wouldn't be there and spent most of the day sleeping. I feel better now, but I'm afraid to try and ingest anything other than water, and my plans for tonight - a sushi dinner with the Bryn Mawr Young Alumnae - are out of the question.

On the bright side, Roo has been very supportive: she's been sleeping on my legs and has not behaved badly. I also finished the scarf I was making for my father and got started on the first square of Grandma's afghan. I hope I'll feel better tomorrow.