I’m sick! Honest to jebus, projectile vomiting, wish-I-was-dead SICK!

I’m probably a little inappropriately jolly about this, but it’s only because I feel so much better than I did this time yesterday. I was as death – I couldn’t move, my entire body was sweating, looking at things made my mouth do that pre-vomit salivation thing, and my head – oh, my head. I’ve had headaches and I’ve had migraines, and neither of them hurt nearly as much as my head did yesterday. It was awful. I was scared! I tried to get Ed to come home early and make sure I didn’t die, but he couldn’t get out of work so I braved my mystery illness alone. I couldn’t keep anything down – water, drugs, cat hair, nothing. I lay in bed moaning pathetically (although not too much, because the effort of making noise made me throw up again) until I blissfully passed out. Whatever I had must have snapped during that time, because when I awoke I was much closer to feeling alive than I had been before, hovering on the edge of death like that. My head hurt in varying degrees throughout the night and I’m still nauseous and sweaty today, but I feel so much better than I did yesterday that I am downright delighted about it all.

My mom is mad. She had arranged for her phone number to be moved on the 31st, but apparently it has not happened – she called me and left a message to say that her “damn bloody frickin’ phone” wasn’t working yet. Them’s fighting words! Mom amuses me. She’s all freaked out about the phone, yet she hasn’t called the phone company yet. I have her doing that now – apparently she thought that talking to some chick who went to her work to fix their phone would be good enough to get the job done – so she should be calling me back shortly with an update. Oh, mom. You are helpless due to your own nonsensical ways.

I think I need to get away from the computer now.