So I said that I would be returning to work today no matter what. That was a lie. I still feel pretty crappy today. There was a point late in the afternoon where I was starting to feel better and the thought crossed my mind that chances were good that I could work tomorrow or Thursday. But now I feel really nasty again. I'm faithfully taking the medication the doctor prescribed for this stomach virus and it helps a little bit, but not much. Really, all it seems to do is take the edge off the pain. It's still there. You still know you feel like warmed over death. You just aren't doubled over in pain.

However, I've stopped being angry that I'm sick. I've surrendered to the bacteria in my stomach and I'm patiently waiting for the meds and my antibodies to kill it. I just need the rest of the summer to be medically uneventful so I can sell my guts out. The one thing that keeps me going is that I believe there is a reason I'm sick. I'm never sick like this. Ever. There has to be some reason why I've been so sick like this. I'm just going to be patient and trust that things will work out in the end. Really, that's all I can do at this point. Well, that and stick to the "Bland Foods Diet" the doctor gave me.