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I still have to function somewhat and sometimes, due to unfortunate timing, I even have to drag myself off the couch and get the kids to appointments. Whenever possible, though, during those times when my guts are killing me and I feel (in the immortal words of my mother) like "death warmed over", I try to stay in a horizontal position, stuffed with Advil, and focus on the only surefire cure...chick flicks and chocolate.
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