Just lemme bitch a teeny weeny bit.

So I woke up this morning around eight to some dry heaving funn into a grocery bag... laid in bed for a couple of hours, made the mistake of getting up to go to the bathroom, as it resulted in more dry heaving...

Food went down alright, but went to brush my teeth, and then the uncomfortableness came again as I tried to settle back into bed. Sent out some emails apologizing to the professors and warning one that I was sick and might not be able to make it to class tomorrow, to which she reminded me of the policy of penalizing late speeches. Eep. Am now proceeding to rework paper, then make speech out of paper.

Requested Nurse Quan to bring me some solid food, which I ate a bit too quickly, felt nauseated again, then remembered that I had to register for Fall semester. Went to website to register, cannot access, am forced to walk my ass for the first time today outside in sweats, no makeup, crappy hair, to the registrar's to sign up for classes, for fear of them filling up. Understand that my upchuck reflex arrives as soon as I am standing upright, strangely, not when I consume food.

So here I am, down to my last two Midol pills, and I can't wear my heat pad anymore because a piece of skin has kinda torn off, or burned off or something, it doesn't hurt, but it's not good to put the heat directly on broken skin. =(

So yes. That was my journey of the day. Guys... count your blessings about not having to shed your ovarian lining once a month. I dream of menopause.