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I’m going to sound like an old person that talks about their ailments all the time…

You have been forewarned.

After feeling nauseous and sick all weekend, I was extremely nervous about taking my final.

But I did it.

I survived Aikido.

The next two weeks are going to be easy-peasy.

But back to being how stupid I was. 

I’ve learned to not cook raw chicken a week later.

Everyone knows I don’t throw up.

I haven’t thrown up since I was like 8 years old.

Traumatic experience, let me tell you (do not read if you don’t want to hear about throwing up).

I was being babysat very briefly by one of my uncle’s (not all there, mind you) who allowed me to take cough syrup when I had asked permission from him.  Like a good girl I was.  Teheh.  So I kept taking more and more because it tasted so good.  I can even replay the whole scenario in my head.  My dad gets home and finds out what I’ve been doing.  He goes to the store, picks up some medication and tells me to drink it.  I do as I’m told, not knowing why and what it was.  And then he tells me afterwards — that I’m going to throw up.  I start crying because I don’t want to.  And I just puke my guts out.  It was the last time I ever threw up.  End of story.

Anyway, this past weekend I felt so sick I stuck my fingers down my throat to force it a couple of times but it would only end up as a gag.  It sucked.  Granted, it wasn’t as bad as being immobile after coming back from Costa Rica…but man, food-poisoning is terrible. 

I’ve learned my lesson.

On top of that, I either have allergies and/or caught some kind of illness.  My sore throat has been relieved on a combination of:

• honey + lemon
• honey + cinnamon
• green tea + any combination of the above.

Today was the first day where I could actually eat something, like a warm, yummy, rice soup with tofu, corn, garlic, onion, red chili spice, beef stock, salt, and white pepper.  :]  I’m terrible at making soups, but this one definitely came out decent.

Tomorrow night I’ll be having real food, meaning, a nice home-cooked dinner (not made by me) with some kind of adventure involved, out in the middle of nowhere, aka Paradise.

Tehehe.