It's Scott's birthday as of now officially... the 13th... and I had completely spaced it.

Mind you, as I've now thrown up what, four, five, times? Something like that - in the course of the day, I think I have at least SOME justification for spacing it... I'm still sorry, though.

So. Go flood the boy with birthday wishes. *points authoratatively* Nownownow! At least it'll make someone smile.

I am rather out of smiles, myself. I can barely breathe through my nose or mouth - one is scalded by bile and the other is plugged up by same. *shudders* NOT a happy Jax.

I don't deal well with heat, particularly when it gives me migranes and violent projectile vomiting and cramps and leaves me literally trembling every time I so much as try to take a step. I hate the heat.

Apparently game was cancelled... I should have called. *sighs* I just spent the last... *checks the clock* ...three hours in the tub, close to the toilet, dry-heaving every half-hour or so. Before that I was in Grr's car, trying not to throw up just on the trip from ZooHouse to her place. Before that I was curled in a ball on Spike's bed, trying hard not to throw up THERE and occasionally having to run for the bathroom, having failed miserable. *sighs again* Too much throwing up. Too much pain - since when I throw up this often, even oxycodone doesn't have much time to kick in, and if I take it too often it only makes the vomiting worse and more often.

I am... somewhat frustrated. I'd wanted to be home tonight, because I finally had meds on a game night, I thought I'd be able to participate and enjoy everything, Grr would get me over there, I'd hand her some books to bring back for Spike, then go up and join people, and later that night, talk to Kadin.

Instead, I'm barely managing to sit up, wearing a tattered skirt and odd sparkly tanktop thing, trying very hard not to swallow too hard. Scared to get in a moving vehicle because of how quickly it makes me queasy. Just thinking about it...

*stops said thinking NOW*

Trillian is being a bastard. It won't let me talk to Torian.

Ehh... I have to go throw up again anyway. Or try - not enough food, not enough liquid, it's all just dry heaves now with just enough liquid-goo to make it taste horrible. Ick. I don't want this life.