A changing of ways
>> Thursday, October 29, 2009
I got called out by my mom the other day for not writing in my blog for two weeks. So here, mom! Here's your stinking blog post!!!
But seriously, it's kinda been a crazy few weeks so I haven't taken much time to post. Let's start three weeks ago, Conference weekend. I am hanging out with some friends until about midnight, and decided to go to bed because I had to clean the church the next morning. I had a bit of an upset stomach, but I figured it was just something I ate. Come two in the morning, I woke up from some crazy, crazy dreams, which means that I'm about ready to hurl. Rush to the bathroom, and WHABAM!! Ice cream in the toilet. Give it another 10 or so minutes, and WHOOOSH!!! half digested ice cream in the toilet. I'll spare you the details, but every half hour or so I was back in the bathroom, and I ran out of ice cream pretty quickly and switched over to bile.
By the next morning, all my roommates had been woken up at least once by my gastrointestinal escapades, and I was so entirely drained of fluids that I was feeling sick because of it. Which really didn't help my original nausea. At any rate, I had my roommates buy me some apple sauce and soda in hopes of getting at least a little energy back. I had to take tiny sips and nibbles of stuff or else I would start heaving again. So it took me a very very long time to get any sort of energy back. Suffice it to say, I didn't clean the church. And I tried to listen to conference, but I was mostly incoherent for the day, so I didn't get much out of it.
A couple weeks go by and I find out one of my roommates has Swine Flu. YAY! I figure I'm immune since I got so deathly sick just a couple weeks ago. Well, the next day comes, and another roommate drops the the Swine flu. And then the next day I get sick, but not as sick as the other roommates, which was really good because I had a concert to go to. Ingrid Michaelson, but more on that to come. I suffered through a thursday at work, and just couldn't find it in myself to make it to work on Friday, so I stayed home and slept. Saturday, the big concert, and I wasn't feeling 100%, but well enough to go to this concert, because it was pretty much the best concert ever.
I met up with some people from my old branch and Ingrid pretty much rocked out socks off. If you haven't heard of her, look her up, because she is seriously one of my favorite artists of the past few years. I'm sure going to the concert didn't help my sickness, because the next day I was pretty exhausted. I can't describe to you how so, so, so, so, so worth it it was, though. That was the most fun I had experienced in a long time.