So, let’s skip the long life of poor dieting and eating habits that led to this moment, and get to the main event. Sunday night my stomach starts hurting, but I think it’s just food poisoning.Monday I started throwing up. Like all day long. And the pain gets worse. I couldn’t keep water or liquids down, and eventually dried blood started showing up when I threw up. Not good. My dad drove me to the emergency room and helped me get checked in, and it was determined that I wasn’t in immediate danger so as soon as they’d got my IV (and morphine!) in and had done a cat scan and ultrasound I was moved into the hospital proper and put in a room. The next day, the doctors determine that it’s gallstones and gastroenteritis, and it fits a pattern of similar situations over the past several years. I ended up spending Monday night, Tuesday, and most of Wednesday in the hospital, which was not an enjoyable experience (god I slept like crap and was bored and listless), but after a round of antibiotics and a discussion with the surgeon we decided to wait on surgery for a month or two to make sure my body was recovered from the infection, and hopefully have me lose a few pounds too. After demonstrating I could hold down liquids and solids without throwing up again, I was checked out last night and sent home to rest. And after failing to get any sleep last night due to anxiety and stress, I think - THINK - I should do better tonight.

So, that’s where I am right now: exhausted, dietary changes, surgery in the near future, and a new source of stress. But I’m in a good mood. This is a wake up call to me, one I desperately need, and I’m gonna use this to turn my health around. I got lucky this time, and I had a great medical team helping me out.

And that’s been my life since Sunday. Wooooo.