Day 338

 Here's my personal nurse. He helped me in every way, including finding a diagnosis by searching all Sunday night and early Monday morning on the internet. His diagnosis: fainting associated with gastrointestinal illness. His professional advice: "Don't think of yourself as sick and on a liquid diet of a pedialyte knock-off, just pretend that you are in a fancy weight-loss spa somewhere and imagine you are smelling mesquite wood wafting in through the window instead of the neighbor's smoky garbage pile. Bring on the chicken broth!
(This post was written on the 4th, because, seriously, - I was not up to much more than laying in bed).