On Wednesday night, after two hours of soccer, I started to feel a little nauseous. When Josh and I stopped for gas, I quickly gave him my keys and stumbled over to some grass in a side street and lost my lunch. After three more times, including once on the street, Josh walked me to the hospital (which is less than a block away and which I didn't get to without another stop on the side of the road). Still don't know if it was food poisoning of not, but I slept for the entirety of yesterday except for two hours when we went to get lunch/go to the bank, and two hours when Josh brought me dinner.
It's Friday morning and I'm feeling a bit better. Still a little weak and tired, but overall less shaky. Glad it's almost over!
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