It's big, it's heavy....

Since last Wednesday, I've had the stomach flu.  I puked only on one day, but for the rest I've been pissing out of my ass.  I've been afraid to stand up because I thought that I would literally shit my pants.  Fun times.  Tonight was the first solid dookie that I have taken & I am ecstatic!  Hurray for poop!  

With the good, there must be bad.  I was checking my bank account online because I am a nerd like that & saw that there was a withdrawal from my nearby bank ATM today.  Funny, I hadn't gone to the ATM today.  I freak & call the bank.  They said probably my card was "compromised", so I had to cancel the one I have & now I have to wait 5-7 days for a new one to come in.  I hate going into the bank to get money so I am hoping I can hold out with the $10 to my name until the card gets here.  Even when it gets here, I have to go in to pick a pin number.  I also have to remember to change all my online bill paying stuff. Thieves suck.  I shall put "Ta Matea"  (Greek evil eye curse) on them...  

Crisis control & gag reflex

The past few weeks have been absolutely hectic.  I've been involved in some major health concerns with various family & friends.  My godmother has been in the hospital for over 2 weeks with a deadly strain of pneumonia.  She is in ICU hooked to a respirator and we are all hopeful she will be able to beat it.  Drummergirl has been fighting some of her own demons and is finally on the road of recovery (it has nothing to do with substance abuse) and is doing an excellent job with it.  This brings me to this morning;  I got a call early this morning from Mistress Kiki telling me that she is in the hospital because she was in an accident this morning.  Thankfully she is bruised up but fine.  Because of the rain she had hit a slick patch on a freeway onramp and spun out of control and crashed her car.  No other cars were involved.  After getting the message, I find out where she is and run to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth so I can get to the hospital when I get to the bathroom, my roommate is already in the shower getting ready for work.  I knock on the door & ask him if I can come in to quickly wash up so I can jet.  He tells me no problem.  I apologize for intruding on his shower but I tell him it was necessary because my friend is in the hospital from being in a car accident.  He says "Oh, that sucks.  If it makes you feel any better, I am washing my butt hole right now."  Yes, T-Pain, it does make me feel better, strangely enough.  

Which kinda brings me to another problem I've been having lately.  My gag reflex in the morning is outta control.  I am unable to brush my tongue, the back of my teeth, and cheeks without gagging.  Then I also irrigate my sinuses which, strangely enough, also makes me gag uncontrollably.  So far I haven't vomited because I know to take my time with my teeth & my nose, but geez it is really getting old.