"Wandering the aisles of the grocery store , I don't even know what I'm looking for . . . "

I've been sick. So so so sick. In pain nearly daily for a week. I don't think I've really been letting on how bad it is, mostly because I don't want to scare anyone. Thursday night was the worst. So bad I was vomiting with my poor boy awake at my side. He's so sweet and tries to care for me. (By the way, if you want to confuse a potty training toddler, let them watch you puke in the potty.)

So in some internet research I found out I've been eating completely WRONG for my condition. So I'm off to grab a book from Borders that will apparently re-teach me nutrition that won't fuck me up.

And I'd just figured this shit out.

So I'll start working on trying out this new diet (in the what I eat sense, not the I need to get skinny sense) and see if I can live as a normal human again. Well, a human that has to think intensely about everything she puts in her mouth at least.

I just want to leave the house every once in a while.