This is the illness that keeps giving. After I wrote my post, I could barely function. I spent most of the morning feeling like I was going to pass out; the rest of the day in uncomfortable rumblings of the stomach. This morning, I’m already nauseous.
I’m starting to worry that this is something a little more serious than norovirus and acid reflux.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 691 words, novel: Father Lightning