I'm supposed to be here to spend time with my sick brother and ended up getting sick myself. Yesterday I woke up with a terrible dizziness (vertigo, maybe?) that led to a day of lying immobile on Mary's sofa and an upset stomach that had me barfing every hour or two. This is no way to take care of my brother!
Today I'm a little better, am trying to eat again, and may venture out a little later. Whether I can make it to the hospital where Ronnie is remains to be seen.
... and tomorrow I'm supposed to be going home. I may have to extend.
... a helpless feeling! I generally never get sick.