I got sick. Really sick. Projectile vomiting with bloody diarrhea. I was in bed. I don’t remember wether I blacked out after slamming my face on the table or before?
I don’t even remember falling. I woke up and my nose was slightly broke . The entire room smelled like vomit. It still does, by the way.
My wife was worried and wondered why I don’t want to go to the hospital. Cockiness.
This wasn’t a minor slip. It’s a painful fall. No gym since Monday. Food? Whatever I can ingest without womiting.
But seeing my baby girl healthy, that’s enough for me. Journey or project or goal, it doesn’t matter, so long my wife and baby are happy and healthy.
The vomiting and diarrhea stopped. I’m flying back home tonight.
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