And I can't sleep.

Bizarro cramps, this goddamned headache that's coming back again, an odd almost-hungry feeling in the pit of my stomach, and the fact that much as I love Caleb, he ends up half on top of me when we're in the same bed 90% of the time and if I try to move away a bit, he follows even when sound asleep, so I end up nearly falling off the bed and overheating. And somewhat annoyed if I'm naked 'cos he gets... erm... pokey. Makes sleeping even harder.

I should try feeding the mice again. I can't quite bring myself to. THe thought of formula all over my hands again makes my stomach churn. Then again, so does everything else. This is the third night in a row I've ended up throwing up. I know I'm not pregnant, I've just been getting sick to my stomach for various reasons. Pizza, slightly off fruit juice, and now... dunno what it was this time, honestly, but I do know that it wasted two vicodin and that throwing up barely-digested cup-o-noodles is really fucking unpleasant.

When caleb finally wakes up, I'm going to send him out for yet more fuzzypills, for gatoraid and something to mix with vodka, and for taco bell food.

Why?

Because although fuzzies, taco bell, and vodka can all be nausiating, I do have a few phenergan left and I'm starving, aching, thirsty, and know when I'm tipsy I sleep easier. Plus taco bell food, if the right stuff is ordered, actually seems to settle my stomach if it's upset. Arby's does the same thing most days, something about the way the meat just soaks stuff up I guess. Dunno. Dun' care. Just want to stop feeling this crappy and get some sleep.

Maybe a bath will help.