Les Invalides

So I've been away for a week. It started as my weekend break, then carried on through the week as a truly dire case of food poisoning where I lay in bed, flat on my back, feeling my stomach churn, and praying, "Please, another hour before I heave my guts up again."

Had some soup today, which was nice; still a bit weak. It's a disagreeable way to loose weight, too. A friend told me if I got any thinner she wouldn't be able to see me.

So I'll be returning as health allows.