The Cannon

I don't know whether hypchondriac in me has decided to show its true colours or if I am actually being realistic about all these illnesses/problems I am suddenly experiencing. I have eaten maybe the bare minimum in the last week because of...? Stomach flu?? Possibly an effect of my Mumps vaccination??

I've ruled out "hangover". Depsite the fact that I did go out on Friday, and spend all Saturday trying to keep down water, this feeling has lasted far too long to be a result of alcohol. But, fuck, I tell ya. I am never drinking a bottle of wine before going out EVER again.

So. I haven't been feeling up to par. Everytime I attempt to leave my house/bed situation it ends in disaster. Me coughing into the ditch in fear of vomiting, or tugging on Tainchay's tee shirt that we have to leave the store. I'm getting better, slowly. As said before, the coughing thing. Like, I've had this "cold" or "cough" for almost a month now. It doesn't really do much for my nausea except make it, well, worse.

The thing is..sigh. Well. The thing is I hate going to the doctor. It's this irrational fear/worry that I'm really dying.

It's all those fucking Lurlene McDaniel books.