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Ever So Tricky...

I can't get the rest I need and I'm using my pillows and legs to jam my body so as to avoid getting more nausea and pain and maybe even get some decent sleep.

There's nothing repetitive in tonights body trouble. Just new ones mixed with old. I especially love the sweat/extended heat flashes mixed in with nausea-induced burps and acidic air taking over my esophagus.

Dizzy spells where everything gets all wavery as well as sweaty and so forth.

Purrbarella is laying on me in such a way as to make doing away with her a lot easier than trying to gently maneuver my legs around her AND Femme Pois, and the dog has definite land claim rights...

Had to get a little demanding for space of my own. And now to hope rest comes and rests me. Though I'm hearing a negatory response from my internals.

And on the note of terror just evinced I had Purrbarella ready to throw up on my feet, but she jerked me out of my five-second slumber in time to get her off my feet, off the bed, and on to the smidgeon of viewable carpet I have. Of course. To get her on to the hard wood floors is asking far too much of the universe.

And to finally close my babble machine. My communicator is ready to rest.