Well, yesterday was fun. That was sarcasm, in case you weren't sure.

I woke up at 2am, and was awake until 4:30 trying to convince myself that I was not going to throw up. I was successful, but it was a near thing a couple of times. The pink hippo syndrome didn't help, either. (You know - the harder you try not to think about something, the more you think about it.)

And then Penny woke up at 5:30, which would've been fine if I hadn't just gotten back to sleep. Matt, wonderful guy that he is, got up to feed her. And then she threw up, oh joy and happiness. At least that let me stop waffling on whether or not I should go to work. I called in double-sick.

The dinner I'd made Monday night involved bacon, and the smell was still lingering in the kitchen. Usually I love the smell of bacon; yesterday it was all I could do to endure long enough to make Penny's bottle. But Matt put a scented candle on the stove, and within an hour things were back to tolerable. He's so smart.

The good news was that she was in a great mood for most of the day, which made caring for her pretty easy. To make things easier on her upset tummy, she got small, frequent bottles, alternating between formula and pedialyte, and she didn't throw up again, though I suspect a couple of times she came close.

She had one inexplicable crying and screaming jag - for about half an hour, just before Matt got home. But then she calmed down again, though she was so tired she did what we've taken to calling the "Taashi Station whine" for pretty much the rest of the evening, until she went to bed. But Matt more or less insisted on taking care of Penny from the moment he got home, except for about fifteen minutes when I took her so he could eat dinner. (Suddenly, the Valentine's gifts I got him seem rather inadequate.)

It was a long day. Even when she's in the best of moods, Penny is pretty demanding. I never took a shower or changed out of my pyjamas. Food? I didn't even want to think about it, even after the nausea had subsided. I had a can of diet ginger ale that I nursed from 7 in the morning until about 3 in the afternoon, and Matt bullied me into having a cup of broth around 4:30. And that made me thirsty, so I had about a cup and a half of water. I'd have had some soda crackers, maybe, if they aren't verboten on Atkins. (Though if the upset stomach had gone another day, I'd have probably given up and just had the damn crackers.)

I was so exhausted, I went to bed at seven, even before Penny. And lucky me - she slept through, which I wasn't expecting at all. (Well, she woke up at 5:30, which isn't ideal. But by then I'd had more than 10 hours of sleep, so I was fine to get up and take care of her.)

I'm feeling much better today. Ravenously hungry, which is a good sign. And Penny's tummy wasn't making ominous grumbly noises this morning, either, which is another good thing. So she's back at daycare and I'm back at work. Here's hoping it was a simple 24-hour bug.

Oh, boy.

My office is switching spyware to WebSense today. I try not to use my browser much at work - it's too easy to get sucked into surfing, and I already got nailed about a year and a half ago for too much surfing.

But WebSense really sucks. Every now and then, while they've been configuring it, they would put it on the real proxy server instead of the test one by accident, and I'd end up with such hilarity as: I could get to Google, say, but not do any searches. ("You are not authorized to view this page.") Yeah, this'll be fun. At least it should only cut off access to browsing. I should still be able to ftp and ssh.

--Liz