While I was driving home from the hospital I sort of magically started feeling okay. Whatever was screwy in my stomach just sort of went away.
I waited an hour or so, maybe a little more, mostly because I was afraid that my stomach was just faking me out. Then I had a drink. Grape juice. There were 16 ounces in my water bottle. I was nervous taking the first sip. Nothing happened. I had a second sip. 30 minutes later the 16 ounces are in my belly where they belong and I still feel okay.
Sigh of relief, babie. Sigh. Of. Relief.
I might try to have something to eat. Cross your fingers, oh my readers and only friends.
Inside the Red Head's Head 