Listening to: Good Charlotte - Story of My Old Man
Some say I'm a lil' dramatic..... *eyes her last entry* .... Moving on!
The thoughts in my head might come out as a dam bursting type of flow: Still scared of food. I think of the little gingerbread man, "Eat Me!". I just wanted warm bread the other night. Something other than dry crackers or ice/water. I'm not sure if my tummy liked that. I went home with a giant headache. All night. Not cool. I blame the rain/allergies. I woke up with a tummy ache. I can't tell if it's an empty tummy ache or a bugged tummy ache. I'm running out of Pepto. Must get more. I wonder if it has anything to do with the dairy I had last night. It's almost ridiculous how my tummy rules my life this week. Work, sleep at 5:30, skip work, sleep more, work, headache can't sleep, work, sleep at 5:30pm, etc. My cankers are going away I think. I applied for insurance again. Denied cuz my employer is paying for it. What's the big deal? Dentist on Monday, hopefully last time for awhile.... Swimming/hot tubbing with Mum on Saturday. Conflicts with friends. Conflict with period. Slight stress and humiliation remembering the talk I had with my parents on Sunday. Stress thinking the files that were shredded today might have any real estate files in the mix. Stress does not help the tummy. Calm. So far no headache, mucho sneezing, and dull tummy ache. For the most part I think the tummy is satisfied, if I stop eating these noodles and shrimp. Gag. And our adventures for a lunch meal are over. Nice try tho. Do something other than go home and sleep? Read? (I've discovered I dislike the way men describe sex in written format. It's...soo not how it is.) Bath? Curl hair? Clean room? Eat soup? Go to movie that Mum doesnt want to see with me? Go to the Black Box Theatre? Dare to check on the other sicklings down the road?