hurgh

Violent tummy ache for about 2 hours finally yielded a brief worship session of the cold, cold porcelain goddess.
Immediate relief of tummy pain made me so giddy that I immediately went back to my desk and got right to work. Ironically enough I was more productive than I've been all week day.
In the midst of this I get a gmail chat from someone whose identity I should probably not reveal as I don't know that this was a public announcement per se, but we'll just say someone to whom I have been very close for a long time.
She is pregnant, and threw up nineteen times yesterday.
Impressive.

So I am thoroughly out-womaned.
(Also, congratulations to her, and for some reason I was more excited about her being able to use the term 'babydaddy' than the actual prospect of her producing spawn.)

Is there a word for the female version of macho? You know the type, I know you do. You know exactly what I'm talking about. It can be expressed in different ways, but you know what I mean.

Simply staying at work despite violent nausea is not womacho enough.
I might as well give up.

Actually I am attempting to eat a saltine. The success of this attempt will govern my actions for the afternoon. Should it result in a violent tummy ache there's no goddamn way I'm staying at
hurp
Fuck this, I'm going home.

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Is this tummy rumbling hunger, or an about-to-throw-upness?

It's like a really, really gross but comparatively low-stakes game of "chicken".



In other news, Chita meowed at me, with a voice, when I got home, and has since made several other small noises. My kitty is not mute after all!!