Wednesday Night:
- Flight- ugh, Sea Bands are miracles. All hail, sea bands.
- Almost a two hour bus ride from the airport to the apartment.
- Shower.
- Sleep.
- Michael-Paul took the day off of work to help me recover. Because he is just that sweet.
- Walked around the block a little ways.
- Took nap
- Walked around a little more at night.
- Went to bed.
- Jet lag is some kinda bitch.
- Wake up at 6.
- Shower.
- Oh, god. Vomit.
- Continue living in the bathroom for the rest of the day.
- Take occasional tv and bed breaks.
- Pray for death.
- More bathroom visits.
- Me and the bathroom became very close.
- Sleep
- Spend some more time in the bathroom, but not quite as much as the day before.
- Incredibly exhausted from not eating for going on two days by then.
- Going in and out of consciousness.
- MP is cooking and watching a movie on the computer, which is by me and he is in the kitchen banging around and still I'm sound asleep.
- Tired of feeling like utter shit.
- Was able to eat a small amount.
- Was able to laugh again.
- Was able to talk again.
- Was able to stay awake longer than 20 minutes at a time.
- Walking was out of the question, but baby steps.
- Taking a shower is exhausting.
- My stomach is still making noises like, perhaps there could be an alien life force living in me. Whenever it does burst out of me, I'm naming it 'Cupcakes O'Brian'.
- Missing Grubb terribly. But that is to be expected.
- Finally brushed my hair after four days.
- Still can't be far from the bathroom for fear of emergencies. (Grim face)
P.S. I really wish my stomach would stop making those noises.
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