My lower abdomen hurts. Seriously, OW. I could hardly get out of bed this morning, and then I nearly fainted on the toilet. Yeah, not good. But I did manage to make a bowl of oatmeal, eat it, take some ibuprofen, and call Mum to tell her that I had some health issues that were not your run of the mill health issues. (A cold or sinus infection? Eh, I'll recover, even if being sick is no fun. This? Could be serious and they might be able to help.) I even managed to get up to answer the phone while it was charging. That took some real progress, let me tell you.
If this does turn out to be serious, proofreading my NOWD donor novel and getting the character excerpts out might not happen this weekend like I planned to do. Ah well. Thanks for coming during an otherwise nonbusy day, medical emergency!
At least all this happened this weekend and not next weekend. Andrew Bird is coming to Atlanta on the 17th, which happens to be next Saturday and David's birthday. If I got sick during that I'd have to open a can of health whoopass.