So here's a thing about me. I throw up a lot. A LOT. Like pregnancy induced bulimia. Now, I've already given the disclaimer that this is about throw up so continue reading at your own risk.
I'm no scientist but I'm having a really hard time finding a correlation between my actions and my symptoms. Meaning: I can't for the life of me figure out what is making me so sick! Maybe it's like how you can't interpret your own dreams. So here's the plan...I'm going to give you some real-life scenarios (these are not actors or dramatizations) and you can give me your hypotheses.
1. I was laying in bed at night feeling medium okay when Trent came and jostled me. I immediately went and threw up.
2. We were watching a movie and I realized it was past 10 so I slowly stood up and glided to our room to get ready for bed. I immediately threw up once I reached the room.
3. Trent suggested he wanted to kiss me goodnight. The nausea began. He came and held my hand, I immediately went and threw up.
4. We had a nice evening out shopping and sharing a frozen yogurt. I immediately went home and threw up.
5. Wednesday, I woke up. Then immediately threw up.
6. It was 6 pm. I immediately went and threw up.
7. I was feeling happy once. Then I immediately threw up.
So there's just a small sampling of data.
Granted, some of my barfing stories make total sense...like when I sit passenger seat in a car or when my dinner is just Ramen noodles and a cheap frozen burrito. Sure, I've figured those out. But most of the time, I'm at a total loss to see the correlation which makes it hard to figure out...what's the word...oh yes, LIFE.
It's difficult to make plans when at any moment and almost immediately, you're one false mysterious move away from seeing the cilantro from your pork salad again, but this time it's floating instead of garnishing.
