STICKS AND STONES...

I am back and alive. After a grueling week of some crazy issues (re: title post) I can safely say that Ive been through hell and back. I experienced that craziest physical pain of my life this past week. This experience included crying, tossing my cookies, (more on that later) blood analyzed, painkillers prescribed and a ton of "how are you feeling?" phone calls and flowers.

Everyone together now... AWWW..

On Friday I went to a specialist to see what the hell was wrong with me. I met with the doctor who was not my fave by any stretch. Sometimes I can just tell right away if Im going to like someone. I did not jive well with her at all. At the end of my exam, I started to feel super nauseas. You know--That feeling you get right before you expel your guts kind. Am I the only one that is absolutely terrified of throwing up? Its usually a reflex thing for me to cry after puking. I know, I know, Im a baby. How do bulimics do it?? Throwing up is so scary!! K, back to the story. So, shes talking to me and Im hearing nothing, all I want her to do is get the hell out of the room asap so that I can be sick in the most covert way possible. "So, we will see on Monday how you are doing and take it from there, we can do......" At this point im only hearing muffled sounds because Im too focused on finding the damn trash can. "I hate painkillers" I think to myself as my stomach churns due to its starved state... She finally leaves and theres no can in sight, only a dinky little sink. Now Im sweating because im about to loss it and theres nowhere to turn. I run out of the room heaving only to be stranded in a maze dying and trying to hold it together.

"F*cking Percocet" I think to myself.

I finally stumble upon a trash can in the hallway and lose it in a quiet corner. After gaining some composure I scurry to the waiting room to find my mom. "Lets go" I say as I try and act casual while bolting for the door. "What did she say??" my mom asks, "Ill tell you in the car" I mumbled as she stared into my bloodshot eyes. SHe looked at me patiently waiting for me to give her the low down on the exam.

"Mom?" I say to her as we are getting into the car.
"Yes?"
"We can NEVER go back there, okay?"
"Okay, why, whats wrong, what did she say?"
"I just puked in her garbage"
"Oh wow, lets go get you something to eat" she says.

My mom RULES.

So Yeah... Not my proudest moment -- by any means. Im actually really embarrassed about it. Im normally an upstanding citizen. I flush toilets, I hang up my clothes in dressing rooms, refill the toilet paper if need be....
But hey... Remember? I said I had an empty stomach.. Damage wasnt that bad.

Painkillers will definitely bring out the inner exorcist in all of us if taken on an empty stomach. I will not be going back to that doctor any time soon, thats for sure.

Wow, Im disgusting.

Hope everyone had a splendid weekend.

xo.