The word “argh” comes to mind.  One thing stops and another starts.  God has an amazing sense of humor. . . unfortunately, I’m not laughing.  The blah feeling has been better for the last couple of days, not completely gone, but better.  Now, I have this nasty taste in my mouth.  I tried to describe it to Johnathan this morning.  It tastes like I just woke up and haven’t brushed my teeth yet, but now I’m thinking it’s more like I woke up with a hangover and haven’t brushed my teeth (or what I remember that tastes like. . . it’s been a long time).  So drinking my orange juice this morning was a mixture of that and orange juice, which, I have to tell you, was worse than orange juice and toothpaste.  It’s pretty gross.  How am I supposed to eat and sustain this miracle growing in my tummy, when nothing tastes good?  Maybe this is God’s way of making me appreciate the delivery more. . . .I’m not sure that it’s going to help. 

When I got to work this morning, I made oatmeal.  Just the smell told me that it wasn’t going to mix well with this rankness going on in my mouth.  It’s in the trash in the break room.  I was forced to go to McDonald’s and get a McGriddle and a hashbrown (it’s a hard life).  But now my teeth all feel like they’re wearing little sweaters (don’t complain, you chose to read this. . . take the good with the bad).  Good news is I won’t have to eat anything again for a couple more hours.  The bad news is the only lunch I have left in the freezer is salmon in dill sauce.  We’ll see how that goes.