Fuckity Post Two

I have the tights-in a big way. You would think that here I am three years in to this band thing. You would think that I should know when the tights are creeping up. You would think that I would know enough that when having the tights (my monthly hell week of tightness) I would know better than trying to eat my dinner at 7pm instead of when I should at 6pm.

Well I didn't or chose not to listen to the common sense in my head and had a small serving of quinoa with fresh vegetables and start cheddar cheese. It was delicious. I chased this small meal with a small serving of Ice cream. I chose wrong. At midnight when I went to bed I seemed to be oK-sure I had a little bit of something still in my stomach but I was burping it down. At 5am I woke up coughing. I left the bedroom (because I did not want to wake up David with my hacking). I ended up being stuck and hurling in the garbage disposal.

I went back to bed and was fine for the extra hour I had left to sleep. I woke up tight though. Scary tight. I was scared today because I could feel the tightness all day. I had a tall mocha frappachino instead of my old Vente. I managed to get 2 of my three pills in the morning this way. When I arrived on campus I stopped off and bought a bottle of water and a protein bar. I worked on the water for the next couple of hours (and I also found out my kidneys are working very well..sheesh I spend all day on the toilet). I had my protein bar at around 11:30 and had a little pb. I had a very small taco at 2pm eaten very slowly. It stayed down. I got to the hospital to visit my uncle (who is doing much better by the way). I had another tall frap. I drank it too fast and almost hurled it (i took a walk and managed to get it down). I then had a bit of my aunts garbanzo bean stew and some cottage cheese. All seems to be well. I visited with my aunt and uncle for a couple of hours and went for a walk outside. We stopped off on our way back to the room and bought a bottle of water. Dinner seemed to be going through so I drank about a cup of water sipping slowly. It all seemed good. About the time my aunt gave me a lift down to town and the max train back home my tummy started complaining.

Once near the university she stopped at a light and I hopped out of her car and ran for the trolley that connects to the max down town. The $%#$@#$ driver saw me as I was running up and shut the doors in my face. He still sat for a while and then slowly took off with me standing on the sidewalk. I decided to walk the 9 or so blocks in the dark. My tummy felt worse and worse. I attempted a few stops at bathrooms but all of the restaurants either said no public toilet or were closed. Finally I ducked back behind a bush and had to pb some of the water. On my walk I spewed 4 more times spitting out spit and water each time. I finally made it to the downtown streets and ducked into my beloved Starbucks...I picked the only one in town with no freaking bathroom. The girl behind the counter told me to go down two blocks for one with an actual bathroom. I took off...spewed again on the way (with a lot of people nearby..eek). I popped into this Starbucks hit the bathroom and up came all of th food I had eaten for dinner (get a mental picture here of me shaking my head in disbelief). In the end the trolley car driver did me a favor..can you imagine hurling on a freaking trolley?

I really tried to be kind to my band today. I obviously failed miserably. I will give it tonight and drink a lot. I might call tomorrow for an until appointment. sigh...

xxxooo