Take that. And that and that and THAT.

I don't think I could feel any worse than I do today.  Just a *tad* disoriented, hugely upset stomach, headache, low O2, tingly feet and fingers.  
Slept all night, soaked in Epsom salts, ready for a nap.  Danny may or may not get spaghetti, meatballs and and Olive Garden copycat salad for dinner.  
Don't know.  
Gotta hang the tv on the wall today. He's been asking for weeks and the mount for it is already up and ready.  But can I lift it?  Dunno.  
How much  more of this can I take?  Dear God, please make me stronger and healthier.