Tuesday, August 15, 2006
I just got off the phone with Arlene. As always, I did 60-70% of the talking (and in that particular case earlier, wailing) and doctora listened.

I told her how I had a hard time sleeping last night and tried to watch Jerry Maguire (for the nth time) on Don's ipod in my attempt to get a shut-eye but found myself unsuccessful and instead ended up throwing up in the kitchen sink. I know, eeeew.

I told her how I woke up with a banging headache but managed to get up and take a bath thinking that it must be just because I need a bath.

I told her how I had corned beef and fried rice for breakfast and went to the office looking like a m e s s.

I told her how guilty I felt after gulping down 3/4 of my Starbucks Java Chip Frapuccino, thus leaving me unable to have a decent chicken-and-oh-lots-of-gravy lunch and then throwing up on the girl's restroom.

I told her how I spent the rest of the afternoon clutching my tummy in pain.

I told her those and a whole lot of other animated expressions that went with it.

After we hung up, she SMS-ed me this:
"Wag ka pala muna kumain ng mga nakakasensitive sa tiyan. yung mga mayonnaise cream tomato whatever."

Gotcha! It was the dip I had with my Tostillas yesterday! That bitch! How could I have been so ignorant?!? Looking at it on a macroscale, I now understand how people die "accidentally" everyday. How dramatic.

Anyhooo... I'm just hoping this sucky tummy condition a.k.a. barfing goes away soon. As in now na.