TMI?

Ready for some oversharing?

Just kidding. I'm going to try not to be too graphic.
Remember how I never get sick? I pride myself on my immune system as well as my physical strength, endurance, etc.

Me, thinking about how great I am.

But last weekend I was quite ill. Right after the Payson Scottish Festival we arrived home and I wasn't feeling too great. I was getting ready for bed, and I started to get that horrible feeling like you get before you throw up. My internal dialogue went a little something like this:

"Am I going to barf?"
"Hah. No."
"Wait really though... This is no good."
"Stop bending over. I do not get sick."
"Should I stand back up?"
"You are not sick. Don't bend over!"

The result of my hesitation was I kind of missed the target on the first go. Gross. Like, even while I was throwing up I was not believing it. I haven't actually thrown up since 2007. Guys.
Anyway. I cleaned up. Brushed my teeth. Figured it was a fluke, and the next step to feel better was sleep. I was lying there, watching a bit of Game of Thrones when I started feeling gross again.
Right then, this scene happened.

And it was so gross. And right after I ran to barf again.
I decided it was all over finally and went to bed.

After maybe an hour of sleep I woke up and... you know the rest. But in my delusion that I am healthy, and over my sickness, I neglected to get a bucket. The consequence was that I barfed over the edge of the bed, then crawled to the bathroom.

After cleaning up, and giving into the inevitable and grabbing a bucket, I went back to bed. Though I woke up three more times for more quality time with said bucket. It wasn't even super gross, like all that was coming up was water and maybe some bits of food. At the end I was just heaving and there was nothing left. So strange.

The whole thing was a very disturbing episode. I still don't know what caused it...

Anyway, I didn't eat for two days after... just in case. And now I feel much better and we have all moved on.

Then, just yesterday, my lady time of month began. Why? Sometimes when this hits, I get very emotional. But it's not every month. Just special months where I look like this.

And guess what? July was my lucky month. At work, I cried at these two songs.

I cried thinking about Game of Thrones. I wanted to cry while I was shoe shopping. Then that night I just sat down and cried for a while.
It actually felt really good. Like, I hated myself and kind of wanted to die, but crying felt good. I can't explain.

I guess there's no real point to any of these stories except that maybe I haven't been myself lately. And it was kind of a crummy birthday. And I want to never remember this week or last.