I am now sitting in the relief and the aftermath of a day trying not to vomit. I don’t know specifically what made me sick today, but I think that it was a combination of a few things. The first is dehydration. I feel like I am constantly battling dehydration. The second was a meal of fried Chinese food. I feel nauseous just thinking about it. I’ve been eating relatively healthy for the past week or so and then BAM; I stuff this into my digestive tract. Fried crap covered in flavored goop.

This morning I was so overly sensitive to smell, in my nausea, that I thought I had developed a new (albeit crappy) superpower overnight. I walked into the kitchen where my mother had been making biscuits and cookies and nearly vomited right there. That would have made a really good side dish for the baked goods.

I resisted the urge but spent all day in that state. I ended up going back to sleep because it was to bad and I had gotten really sleepy. When I saw my mother next, the first thing she said to me was, “You’re looking pale… even for you!” It was true. It looked like Night of the Living Dead.

No more fried foods I think.

I’ll write tomorrow about what I accomplished this week and what is still to be completed.