January 11th Tuesday

I am still sick. I swore I would not throw up again, but I guess swearing it doesn't mean a thing, because it happened last night. So it's another day of not eating and knowing that I need too, I don't need to lose any more weight. I guess I am sick of being sick. The problem is because I am so shaky I can't do embroidery work, I can't read because it is hard to see and concentrate when there are other things that are in pain. "Little House On The Prairie" becomes boring after awhile. I guess I just need to get better, being in bed is not mine or anyone elses idea of fun. I will rejoice when this is finally over.