I fail at being embodied.

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Was miserably ill Friday. Couldn't keep water or medication down for most of the day. On the advice of the overnight person at a nearby urgent care, I went to the ER around 22:30 for intraveinous fluids (this is the desert; dehydration kills) and an injectable anti-nausea medication. Was out by 02:00, feeling much better.

Spent Saturday and Sunday thinking that I was recovering. After all, I made it back to solid foods.

Early Monday morning... Evidence says no.

Back to feeling miserable.

Please send kittens.