Diminishing struggle.

Which is generally the preferable course of progression.  I am so unfamiliar with physical illness that I suppose I should probably be taking more notes about it than complaining that it isn't gone yet.  So... what have I learned from this so far?

1. Despite my immense displeasure for vomiting I do recognize its place in the healing process.  I have also come to realize there actually IS something about vomiting that I do like: you ALWAYS know that you will be vomiting soon.  At least the very few times that I can remember doing it I have always known.  If I am sleeping I wake up knowing it so I can go to the proper receptacle, even(whether or not I always get there in time is a different story.)

2. Sleeping all day, while very non-productive, is sometimes a very pleasant way to forget life a little.  I generally don't really consider it an option(which is likely why I feel so stressed out much of the time I am awake) but realizing my emphatically declined capability for actually doing anything important I settle into my blankets with a fairly clear conscience.  A most excellent feeling.

3. Being sick does not always mean I will be in pain the whole time.  I never felt very much pain before or after vomiting other than my abs-of-steel exercise feeling because of the actual vomiting itself.  Beyond that the only things I have actually felt are dizziness, exhaustion, and a degree of nausea.  They have been unfriendly to me all on their own but none has caused me much pain to speak of.  I certainly won't complain about that.

4. People are very friendly to sick people.

I am sure there are many people who get sick on a more regular basis that probably already know all of this stuff but it is basically new to me so I thought I'd share my personal revelations on the topic anyway.  Now... I must be off to get my healing sleep again.