I’m sitting here eating salt.

I was talking crackers with a local friend, because crackers are a staple pregnancy anti-nausea thing. I continuously lament how expensive-to-impossible it is to get Saltines here, because that’s the USA A-Ok! go-to in this regard for many many good reasons. The closest I’ve found that my face accepts as an analog is table water crackers… but they’re not salted. So I finally thought about it and brought up some salt to eat with the crackers. Instead, I’m just eating the salt. It seems to be soothing my nausea, so as weird as it is… I’m not going to worry about it. And it’s not like I’m shovelling it in by the spoonful — I’m eating a few grains at a time. Really, when it comes to pregnancy nausea, one must do whatever works to make the pure misery vaguely tolerable.

Past that, my assorted physical woes continue to work to keep my brain from having room to work itself up. I feel as if I’ve got a bit of cold-flu, which is yuckers (and serves to reinforce my lack of desire to get a flu shot). I’ve twisted my shoulder, and I think I’m aggravating it in my sleep. And of course, my knees continue to be very achy. I suspect the cold and damp weather isn’t helping either. It’s all left me fairly housebound, which… to be fair, I suspected would be the case this month. Hopefully it will be over sooner rather than later, enabling me to re-join the rest of the world!

Anyways, all I can really do is keep my head down and wait for this to pass. *smiles wanly*

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