Aftermath

[wiseheart]

I feel like a punctured balloon. Not only because of the extra work (and extra stress) of the last week or so, I apparently managed to eat something that didn't agree with me and spent the night being woken up by belly aches every other hour. Took some medicine (probiotics, that usually help in such cases) and basically slept all day, only getting up to give Mum breakfast and something for a late lunch.

The only thing I did was typing up the rest of the new Enterprise story, which then went to my generous beta whom I've managed to contact after several years again. The unbeta-d version can be read on otherworlds_lib; the four newest entries, as it's a surprisingly short story for me.

Comments

[meathiel]

I'm sorry you've not been feeling well.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Ich hätte nicht alles durcheinander essen sollen, out of Nervosität. Hoffen wir, daß ich nächstes Mal nicht so blöd sein werde.

[noadvertising.livejournal.com]

Oh dear! Keeping my fingers crossed that this sickness will pass soonest!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Thanks. It's mostly over by now. I used Grandma's old method: fasting it out on toast and other such things.

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

I hope your tummy feels better by now. Belly ache is definitely not fun.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

No, it isn't. But it was my own stupid fault. I was so nervous I ate rather uncontrolled that day, and things that weren't exactly easy on the stomach, so I hope I've learned my lesson.

[curiouswombat.livejournal.com]

Oh dear — I hope you are feeling better today.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Much better, thanks although still not one hundred per cent.

[mirasaui.livejournal.com]

Sorry you were under the weather.