This is Where I Say Bad Words

Note to self: you have to eat more with your pills in the morning.

I clearly didn't have enough breakfast, because I'm sitting here being nauseated in a way that's going to cease being vague in the not-too-distant future.  Which means I should stop eating my nice Trader Joe's green salad so as not to waste any more than I have already swallowed when everything comes back up.

The annoying part is sitting around, feeling nasty and waiting to throw up.  Once the throwing up is over, I'll feel fine (and pleased that I have a salad to take the taste out of my mouth), but if I try to trigger the gag reflex in advance it won't help; I just won't have anything in my stomach when the pill-mandated puking happens.  And though vomiting isn't loads of fun, dry heaving is less fun.

Have I mentioned that I'm not particularly pleased with my endocrinologist?  She appears to be the only one involved who cares what I weigh (which is what the Metformin is for; it does nothing for the actual symptom I went to her about). 

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