I spent most of Friday night in the bathroom, either throwing up or with diarrhea. It’s embarrassing to write about, but even more embarrassing to deal with through the night. There was something in my stomach that my body was fighting. I’ve never thrown up with such violence.

So I didn’t sleep much. My alarm went off at five in the morning. I fell out of bed and packed my bags so I could catch my flight to Michigan. Once I got to the airport,; I still was not sure if I was too sick to sit on an airplane all weekend.

This lady in security line in front of me had on a lot of perfume. The smell crawled into my nose and shook my stomach.; She was one step ahead of me for thirty minutes. I got so angry at her. Why the hell does she need that much perfume at six in the morning? I stared through the windows at the road and imagined I was drag racing. All I wanted to do was go back home and sleep.

I felt better on Saturday night after I had a little to eat once I got to Michigan. On Sunday I got hungry and ate because I could. Then this morning (Monday) it all started over again. I nibbled an apple on the hour drive to the airport.

Now I am back in Phoenix, happily in my own house. My room is dark now because the sun has set. I want to get up and do some work, but I know I have to let my body rest or it could get worse again.

This has been a miserable weekend. It was worth it to be able to speak with so many people in Michigan. But it wasn’t fun. It was miserable. I was running at 50%. I can not STAND being held back. That’s why I always convince myself I am healthy, rested, and ready to go out and conquer the world.

But when my body shuts down, I am helpless. So I entertained myself by imagining how much worse it could be. I could’ve been packed into the airplane with chickens and pigs. Instead of sleeping in a hotel, I could’ve been stuck in the middle of the woods with no toilet paper. So right now I am feeling pretty lucky, laying in a plush bed in a house that didn’t burn down last night.;