Out of the blue late on Tuesday, I got nauseated. (Till then, I had not been nauseated since Friday, which was amazing and wonderful.)
I was watching Jaws with Lou, and I suddenly felt that pressure at the back of my throat to barf. You're thinking it might have been the bloody shark attacks in the movie, right? I admit that when I saw that movie as a kid, it ruined the beach for me.
Anyway, I took Zofran immediately. That improved things a lot, but I was certainly feeling iffy for quite awhile. Even when I went to bed, I was still slightly nauseated, and I was just lying there thinking that if only I could fall asleep, the nausea would disappear.
And it did! Woke up this morning feeling much better. Knock on wood, though. I hope I stay good.