Ehh... my 'tears have all the explanations now. Some of you might understand that.

But for everything else... buy a goat.

I'm at that wonderful point where I get to choose between NOT taking meds and hurting so much that I can't eat... or taking them, and being so nausiated that I can't eat. I've lost weight. Which is sort-of good. But a bit scary, too.

I'm very hungry right now. I just tried making a bowl of pasta, it smelled good, it looked good, and every damned bite tried to come right back up... I finished maybe a tenth of it, the rest is sitting in the fridge, waiting for my stomach to settle.

This whole thing sucks.