So in case you haven't heard from my mom, I've been sick again. I got sick Sunday night, on the last night of her visit, which is rather unfortunate because my mother takes a certain glee in telling people that I'm sick. She especially enjoys telling people I have diarrhea. It doesn't matter if I have diarrhea or not, that's what she tells people. And when I say that she tells people, I mean she tells people. It doesn't matter who. People at the bank, relatives in different states, strangers she sees at WalMart, it doesn't matter. I don't understand it, and I don't condone it, but it is something I've come to expect. This means that when I actually do have a stomach bug, it's about a thousand times worse, because I know my mom is going to tell everyone. I got sick Sunday night. Monday afternoon, I got a text message from Trey asking if I was shitting myself to death or what. Thanks, ma. See, she was passing through Ft. Worth and stopped in to see the new baby-Trey, and she felt the need to tell him that I was sick. With diarrhea. Because why leave me any dignity, right? So you might wonder if I'm so humiliated by this, why I'd hop on the old internet as soon as I was able to look at a monitor without puking all over the place and tell you all about it. Frankly, I figure that if I don't tell you, it's only a matter of time before my mom does. It doesn't matter if she knows you or not, or if you live sixteen states away. She will find you and she will tell you. It is her mission. It has been one of the more humiliating bouts of sickness I've had since childhood. One of those run-to-the-bathroom-to-avoid-a-horrible-accident kind of sickness. Once, I woke up puking. That is not a cool way to wake up, I assure you. I missed classes on Monday and Tuesday. I went this morning, but was fighting vomit again this afternoon, so missed my night class. This is all bad. I try not to think about it, because worrying about school screws with my stomach on a good day. The way I've been feeling, if I think about school too much, about how behind I'm getting, about how I've missed so many classes this semester, I'll hurl. Of course, I'll probably hurl anyway. I should go do that.

Comments: Entered By Karen From Indiana 2008-11-21 03:01:20 Doesn't sound fun, whatever that is. You mom must know you have no dignity, so no harm in talking about whatever ails you. I hope the Trey family is spared whatever you got. Even if they do get it, we'll never know. They have dignity. Entered By Diane From NH 2008-11-23 03:17:36 I bet you're having a violent allergic reaction to the rabbit. Entered By Ray From Austin 2008-11-24 06:06:07 Karen--Don't you ever get tired of hassling me? Because I get tired of telling you to shut up and calling you a bastard. Wait...no, I don't. Karen, shut up, you bastard. Diane--I probably should have cooked it before I ate it. Entered By Leslie From Texas 2008-11-24 17:30:51 Yep, she called me from your place that Sunday night. In fact, I think she was out shopping with your princess at the time. And although I can't remember why she originally called, she immediately mentioned that you weren't with them because you were at home having diarrhea (aka "Ray Disease" in our household.) Aaah, some things never change. Entered By Ray From Austin 2008-11-26 05:46:33 It's her way... Entered By Karen From Indiana 2008-11-26 14:21:25 You're right. Let's call a truce. Only kind words from here on out. I'm so glad you're feeling better, Ray; that must've been just horrible for you! Ha. Okay, just kidding. As if. Entered By Ray From Austin 2008-11-26 16:06:16 Karen, don't ever do that again. Nice words from you to me are unnatural, like getting tongue-kissed by the lonely aunt who drinks too much and has too many cats. Add Comment: Name: Location: