Something evil has made it's way into my stomach

I have been sick all day. I tried to get up this morning and get moving. I cleaned, vacuumed, worked on the puzzle for a few minutes while i listened to Lucinda Williams...and then the thing that is stabbing me from the inside of my stomach forced me back to bed.

My laptop froze...and while i waited for it to decide to respond again (because it was telling me it had stopped) ...i passed out from the pain.

I didn't wake again until 4 this afternoon, and it was still just as bad. I made my way to Foodtown, for coffee, bread, and milk...and have crawled back into bed again now.

I NEVER get stomach aches...well that is a silly thing to say really isn't it...because now i can't say that.

The last time, that i can recall my stomach hurting this much...i ended up in Middlemore Hospital. I had been in so much pain, while driving home from work in rush hour traffic on the Southern Motorway, that i vomited from the pain, and nearly passed out. It was lucky that i had an empty plastic bag in my car at the time because i puked into that while driving. I couldn't pull over because i was stuck in a fast lane that was not moving. Danny took me to the A and E when i got home...they gave me a shot of Pethidine and sent me to Middlemore. I remember Danny laughing at how laid back, i was on the Pethidine and asking the doctors if he could have some to take home for me...that was funny at the time, but i guess not so much now...in hindsight.

The doctors at Middlemore put that episode down to a ruptured ovarian cyst...and sent me home. Apparently that can happen sometimes. You can have a cyst there, and not even know about it, until it decides to self combust and nearly kill you, in rush hour traffic.

Anyway...today, i have felt like that again, only not quite as bad. I described my tummy ache as a "very severe stomach ache today...dont know if i have eaten something...have a bug...am dying of cancer...or if David Tua is under my ribcage trying to punch his way out...but i feel sick." in an email to a friend.

Poor Nixon. I am trying to explain why he has to be satisfied with the 2 minute walk around the block that he got earlier...but he does not quite seem to understand that i feel like i am DYING.

I will make it up to him tomorrow...just as long as i can keep avoiding that bright light that keeps beckoning me!

Oh my gosh...i sound like a man who has the flu. You know...how men get a runny nose and think the world is coming to an end?

Right...

Back later.