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This post is a little late, but that’s because it’s now been 24 hours since the violent expulsive sickness started to wrack my body. I am feeling a little better now, but oh was this a bad one.

I tend to be a little over dramatic when it comes to my own sickness or pain, but I did wonder at one point how I could keep going.

I prayed, I groaned, I moaned. I couldn’t cry because I was too dehydrated.

Now I’m feeling better, but the pain in my ribs is worse. Ah poor me. Woe is me.

I know I’ll survive, and in another 24 hours be just about recovered, so bear with me while I whine a little.

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