this post was supposed to be typed by louisa. i’d taken some video earlier today, which i’d planned on linking here; but once I’d gotten “home” to the motel (yes, MOtel), I’d no longer felt good enough to link videos, type, or even speak. but i am typing now at 9:48 p.m., because as louisa was logging into the blog, i began puking, and i didn’t stop ’til there was nothing left to vomit out of me. at one point, i said, “hurry, and you can type that you are actually watching me puke right now.” but she wasn’t fast enough. that’s a statement of her lack of laptop prowess, not my regurgitation shortcomings. anyway, i’m more awake now, for obvious reasons. so let me just say: i feel horrible. hot one moment. sweaty. cold the next. chills. can’t sleep. desperate for sleep. headache. eye ache. desperate. made request for hospital-advised “stool softener,” which i won’t explain. let’s just say my brain feels very sensitive to every move i make.
here are the videos from earlier today, when i was feeling better. and in case you’re wondering: yes, i must admit, puking has lessened my agony, although only by a small amount, not nearly as large as the amount of barf itself.