Lately I've been telling myself I need to take a break. I've been going full-blast 24/7 with events and Spanish school. Today I finally get my break, whether I like it or not.
I was awake all last night with a churning stomach. It sounded like an alien colony discussing their maneuvers throughout my body. Then at 7:00 this morning I had to get out of bed to answer the call of some explosive diarrhea. I must have lost about five pounds. Now I'm in bed writing this blog because whenever I get up and try to move around it feels like gremlins are trying to scratch their way out of my gut with garden rakes. It's not very fun.
Perhaps i should describe what's going on around me. I'm in my bed, which is in my room. I've got a dresser to my left with a mirror on top and a night-stand directly to my left. My bed is up against the wall on the right and sometimes I can hear the plumbing. My door is wide open. It's hard to keep it closed. Upstairs I can hear Sergio listening to some loud Spanish pop singer.
Greg just called and they've got a doctor's appointment set up for me at 4:00. I can't wait.
If you would like to pray, please pray. I think I have explained enough. You should be able to take it from there.
Thanks,
-Clay
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2 comments:
Can't help but laugh...
Only because there's something about the diarrhea thing...you just lose your inhibition to talk about these disgusting bodily functions when all goes wrong...
You will be ok! I'm so sorry you have to go through this...the body hates change...doesn't it?
uhummh...this too shall pass!
haha, wow, I just read the end of your comment. Thats hillarious. Another thing, while I was sick I went downstairs for some tea and the mug I got was from some company called "Open Systems"
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