#48 Fight off constant urge to vomit.

I may as well confess, I am a complete whimp when it comes to being sick. Even if it's just a little cold, at the first sign that I'm not 100%, my instinct is to change into even more comfortable sweatpants (as opposed to my "good" sweatpants for daily wear in the event of possible contact with other human beings), curl up in a dark room, and read until I feel normal again. I shun most attempts by my family to take care of me when I'm sick, really preferring to just be alone and unwilling to let anyone see me in my hideousness.

And the last thing I want to do is sit in front of a computer, making up stories. Not much writing (i.e., none at all) gets done when I'm sick.

Thankfully, I don't get sick all that often. Not so thankfully, I've felt like complete crud for the last three of four weeks. We're expecting a new Laatsch in the family, and even though I was never once, for one single moment, sick to my stomach when I had my first baby (ahem...nine years ago), this time around has been a completely different experience.

Commence sweatpants, curling up in a ball, sticking nose in a book--except that this gets really old after a few days. So I drag myself through a semblance of my normal routine, even propping myself up in front of the computer and writing a few incoherent words.

Because I will not be so easily defeated. I shall persist, using every means of resourcefulness known to me, including sniffing ginger (which I'm doing now as I type this), eating crackers, whining a whole helluva lot (see every word theretofore), and repeating to myself "this will not last forever."

For now, though, my production is not at its greatest. ("This will not last forever. This will not last forever. This will not last forever...")

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