it can only get better from here (hopefully)

Katy bookmarked my blog, so I figured I might post a bit before this thing is officially dead. (It kind of already is dead. It's like a zombieblog now. Freakin' undead zombieblog crap being spewed all over the poor little internet up in here.)

Well, it's 2012 now. I'm going to be writing 2011 for awhile on my school papers, but that's only to be expected. I'm still not used to 2011.

I went to my first New Year's Eve dance on...Saturday...I think. I'm all messed up chronologically. When I got home and went to bed 'round one in the morning, I was nauseous all night. Stepdad came in in the morning and told me I ought to get up and prepare for church. I felt super lethargic and couldn't walk. I lumbered upstairs, panting heavily because I couldn't seem to gather enough oxygen to function properly. I asked Mom to take my temperature, see if I was hot. She said I was pretty cold, actually. So I went back to bed.

I decided to have some water and break my fast (it was the first Sunday of the month) when I woke up again at noon, figuring by some stupid stroke of logic that hydration would make me feel better. I had a feeling that I shouldn't be drinking any water, but I did anyway; I had two whole glasses! I fell asleep again, feeling a little refreshed by the water.

Next second (not literally the next second, it just felt like that. I'm messed up time-wise right now) I'm sitting up and vomiting what seems to be all of the water in my body. Granted, 70% of your body is composed of water, and 70% of me doesn't seem to be missing, so it probably wasn't all the water. But it was gross. I cried out like an upset toddler and Mom came to help me and I don't want to relay the rest. Bleeeeech. So gross.

I slept through the majority of the day and the rest of the night. Ethan's alarm clock started screaming (not joking, his alarm clock IS screamo music) at 5:17 in the morning and I was awake for three hours. I slept again till noon and now I'm sitting here functioning on three slices of toast Mom made for me. Strangely enough, I don't feel particularly hungry. I don't want to eat. This is weird for me.

Oh, and I'm pretty sure my stomach bile dissolved a good portion of the skin in my mouth. It keeps flaking off. Bluuuuuuuuuuuuh.

I don't know how I got sick. I was kind of humoring the idea that someone spiked the water at the New Year's dance one...two nights ago and that I was having a hangover. But that's presumably ridiculous...we don't drink alcohol...but I thought it was funny. Seriously, how did I get so blllllllaaaaarfrrrf?

(Found this picture on Tumblr. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.)