A Rotten Day, Pretty Much

 When Maddie woke me up this morning for breakfast and insulin (well, certainly the first;  the second less so), I felt a little off, but thought maybe it was the suddenness of the little paw on my nose.  But then I woke up a little bit later and my stomach was churning.  Within the hour, I was throwing up so much that I was carrying one trash can down the hall to my bedroom and switching to one in there.  I needed the fan to blow on me for a few minutes so I could gather energy to sprint to the bathroom when needed.

Tap, bless him, kept trying to sit down with me, but it was a good while before I stayed in one place for long.  He had never seen me sick like that and his face was, "What is all that/Something is definitely wrong here/Can I help, but don't really count on me because ALL of this is very new."  This isn't Tap, but this is very much the look I was getting:

"I care, but I'm kinda freaked out."

I've no idea why what's going on is going on.  There's a feeling faint headache that's bothered me all day, and of course I feel completely hollowed out.  No more vomiting, though.

So, it's been a quiet, unpleasant day.