Bohemian Delilah

This morning, as I was eating breakfast I started feeling really hot and odd. Bothered, one might say. I ran to the KITCHEN sink and on the way threw up in my hands and all over my robe. I didn’t feel nauseous at all. Now it feels as if there’s a rock in my stomach, I’m starving and I’ve “made it” to the toilet twice.

I tell you this because my cats only want food when I talk to them and there’s no one else to commiserate. I don’t want your pity, I just want to be able to say that I don’t feel well and have you put your hand on my forehead. Maybe rub my back.

Also, I hate being home alone. I’m not suicidal anymore, but I remember being, and it’s still scary. I’ve called a couple people to take care of things to feel like I’m not here by myself, but it’s nice to put out a word here and there to let the world know I’m still kicking it. :)

I’m hungry.