In keeping up with tradition I fell ill a couple days short of Christmas!
Ever since I was a young girl I would fall ill. Sometimes tonsillitis, sometimes laryngitis whatever.
Last night was rough!
In truth I believe it was retribution for looking in the mirror and complaining how fat I was. I believe the Lord took offence to my words because He took me through my illness and healed me🥰
I woke up a couple hours after falling asleep. Coughing and choking on vomit. I barely made it to the bathroom before the other end acted up.
After a half hour trying to keep the nausea down I managed to climb into the shower. I hoped to finish my nausea spell. No. I coughed up something.
I freaked out when a huge clump of blood clots flew in to my hand! I am crying and panicking. I looked closer. It was a piece of bacon with mucus! 🤦♀️🤮
I almost fainted!
My shower finished I pulled back the shower curtain to find Daisy lying on the floor. She cuddled me as I tried to recover then went back to the living room.
I had a good sleep if one could call it that.
I did have to call out sick 2 hours before my shift started. Daisy had to climb up on me to get me up. she was hungry 😂
She curled up beside me when I went back to bed.