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I had plans for a much more upbeat post but in honor of all the time I spent on the bathroom floor, I am pretty much just reposting my post on responses to sickness that I never shared.
Sickness has a new rhythm for me now. Wake up with painful stomach. Move to bathroom floor. Expell liquid from body. Get back in bed. Nurse baby. Sleep. Repeat.
Shah was as good as ever. He made me hot tea with sugar right away and then a salty yogurt drink.
He did tell me again if I threw up twice I had to go to the doctor. Well I certainly showed him. I did submissively call my doctor and talk to her before I cancelled my scheduled appointment. He did very concerned ask how I would know what I should ear if I didn’t go to the doctor. I’ll eat anything I darn well please, which is nothing.

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About Camila

Based in Atlanta, but from the mountains of North Carolina. New widow of a man from Iran. Mother of one precious girl. Anti-human trafficking expert. Sister to 16 siblings (Yes, some of are adopted). Daughter of God.

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