Tuesday, February 22, 2005
I don't vomit. I just don't. I hate throwing up so much my body really has to force me if I need to. I even feel a little sick writing about vomitting here. Since my stomach flu or whatever it was when I was 11 years old I have vomitted 7 times all in all. Three of those seven times were yesterday.
I shivered under three quilts and a blanket while being covered in sweat. I was dizzy. And I vomitted. In short: pure horror.
In my world vomitting is a sure sign that you'll die.
I almost died yesterday. Well it felt as if...
Mummy said food poisoning. Thank GOD! Today I had a big presentation and introduction at a school where I'm helping kids do a project to get a better schoolyard. I could NOT be home sick today. And mum was right. I was fine this morning. I didn't die. Even though I vomitted.
The introduction went fine and I feel as if my life is really beginning to pick up speed.
And the big book sale started today. Tomorrow I'm shopping for books and drawing some illustrations... Sometimes I get paid to draw. Sometimes I have a great life.