I'm feeling a little better. A least well enough to write on the blog.
Today, something happened to me that has never happened before.
I was at our old guy's baseball practice and I had to remove myself from the field. I don't know what was going on but I was nauseous and had a splitting headache. I was getting worse by the minute and after 20-minutes I had to leave.
I don't ever recall removing myself from a game or practice for being sick.
When I got home, I puked my guts out. I must have yakked 6 times today not to mention having an awful, just awful, case of the splatts.
I laid in bed for seven hours. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. Around 4 o'clock I was finally able to get some fluids in me. My mouth was parched.
I still feel really crappy but better to have illness happen today and not next weekend which is Opening Day for the Over 35-League, or as I affectionately call it, "Old guy's baseball." Which is what it is.