20 June, 1997

Had to make an emergency appointment with my doctor this morning. Haven't held anything on my stomach for the last 48+ hours. If it ain't one thing, it's another . . .

Of course, Manly keeping me up ‘til 2AM didn't help any. Some reason, he decided that last night was the appropriate time to tell me what a worthless, inconsiderate, selfish person I am.

_{I'd asked for something to drink.}

Anyway, doctor says I have two different flu bugs, and by now I'm so dehydrated, my body just isn't able to fight. Some concern about my bladder and kidneys . . . not entirely sure what he was talking about. Might have to go back Monday to get antibiotics for that, but he doesn't want to hit me with all the guns ‘til I can drink a little Gatorade and not retch it up.

I owe a sinful number of people email. I owe two critiques for the crit-list I've just joined. I owe Manly a size 8 ½ boot up the backside. Soon. I promise. I swear. I just need to lie down for a bit.