last night i thought i was going to die. not really, i guess, or i would have gone to the hospital when my roommate asked me if i needed to.

i still don’t know what happened, although i assume that it was food poisoning. i started feeling a little ill around 5:00, went home, lay on the couch for a while, felt better, tried to walk to the bank and got about halfway down the street before i realized i was going to throw up. from about 6:30 pm to 3:00 am i threw up more than i ever have before. the pain would go away after a bout of vomiting, i’d feel much better, go lay on the couch again…and then 20 minutes later i was running to the bathroom again.

i started freaking out around 10:00 (i’d been alone in the house for several hours) and lay on the couch, crying hysterically in between bouts of vomiting. i finally called my parents, not knowing what else to do, and my father calmed me down. i was still a little woozy this morning, but in general am feeling about 300% better than i was last night.

how awful.