There's not much to tell here (and thankfully for me, no pictures). Other than occasionally making making it to our balcony to watch the Adriatic roll by, I spent all day laying lead-like in bed.
Blake was a gem and brought me soup and bread periodically and our steward kept to me up to my ears in tissues (he had also learned my name by then, and would occasionally call through the door "Rachel??? Are you ok????" Such a nice guy). I also learned a great deal about the royal wedding couture and Osama's demise. (There were six channels on the boat, four of which were international news channels.)
Thank goodness for a recovery day.