When better isn't?

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Oh, so much better.  But that level of better is simply not enough to truly call it better?  And, yet, it really is.

I hurt so bad after making a call, calling things off, then heading to bed.  Nausea was so terrible.  I wanted to throw up.  I wished for it, all but begged for it.  But it wouldn't happen.  So miserable, in other ways too.  Tired, so tired it hurt.  And yet getting to sleep was a treacherous experiment in living and dying.  A bit of a headache, my body hurt but not in an achy way.  I can't even explain how it hurt.

And that general feeling of illness.  Green about the gills, I think, is how they prescribe it.  Only, to the absolute extent that the words can come together and give it meaning.  So very ill.  As if poisoned.  Harshly, nearly fatally.

Better?  I... guess so.  But when you are in such bad shape, three, or even ten, shades better... just... almost isn't noticeable.  And, yet, it is.

I don't know what to do.  Can't have much.  I have the remnants of the greek yogurt.  I am eating that.  It is definitely not my favorite, but too, it doesn't disturb anything.  It just isn't the tastiest.  Tastes sort of chemical?  Odd.  But, it doesn't upset the stomach, it does add something to the body, I suspect it is helping the gut biome while burning it out with the antibiotics.

Sips of leftover coffee, while at it.  But... just sips.  That stuff will cause nausea to come back heftily, if I attempt to drink much.  Can't drink water, either.  Oh, I may have a vinegar and electrolyte tonic.  That... might help?  Can find out.

The body, chasing between being frigid and burning up.  Not sure which it will be at any given moment.  Chills and fever?  But more just around the feet and legs.  Strange.

Even so, I just still feel sick.  Sickly.  I want to eat, but... I REALLY don't want to eat.  A shower would be nice, but I'm afraid to get in there.  Nausea... afraid to not eat, terrified of another bite or sip.  I can't win this.

A bit more gaming?  Or on back to bed?  I feel like I am dying.  Not, but... could get there?  Wow.  So ill and yet... still pushing through?  Well, blood sugar is 102.  At least there is that.  Not perfect, but... a good thing from time to time.  It was 132 and 125 earlier through the day.  Later.