So I was at my TCM weekly session just explaining how my nausea was easing off and I was feeling good, when I was suddenly hit by a strong wave of queasiness. Barely two minutes later and I puked all over the floor of the treatment room. How's that for timing? I swear the Universe does have a sense of humour!
Anyway so I managed to have a good TCM session despite the vomiting incident. Later on in the evening I started to get really bad nausea again. I just felt seriously shit the whole evening. I finally got into bed when I realised that I should actually get out of bed and RUN to the bathroom! Projectile vomiting over and over. And poor poor Mr. T had to clean it all up. He really is a star.
So today I have just been relaxing and sleeping. Really quite exhausted from yesterday's puking extravaganza. I tell you bloggy-world, this all better not be for nothing!
P.S. Please, please go and check out this post from Eileen - it brought tears to my eyes and is one of the realest and most moving posts I have ever read.
