It's got a pulse...

Not dead. At least not yet.

Two days since any "real" food, which I guess isn't a bad thing aside from the headache. I either ended up with food poisoning or the stomach flu, neither of which was pleasant.

Monday into Tuesday, it was out of bed and to the bathroom from about 11 p.m. until I don't know when, roughly every 20 minutes. Tuesday into Wednesday had fewer trips to the potty, but left me with a lovely headache, fever, dizziness and very little sleep. End result: Two days behind at work.

So, with a few minutes to go until Thursday, I feel marginally human. Still dehydrated and fearful of eating anything more solid than apple sauce. I just had some vegetable soup, so we'll see what happens with that. Lots of liquids. Definitely lots of liquids.

I guess this could be proof of the power of the mind and how it connects to your health and well-being. For the past few weeks, I've vowed not to get sick because of my birthday and because I had a weekend with the man coming. Well, we had our weekend and then... I got sick.

I'm not sure how I feel about that, because really, if my will power is that strong, I'm not applying myself in the ways I should. But to be on the safe side: No more steak from Fred Meyer, no more burgers from Carl's Jr. We'll take this opportunity to keep the crap out of my system, at least as much as possible. Defintely taking a longer, harder look at diet and nutrition. Dip me in soy milk and roll me in granola... going organic as often as I can. Sure it costs more, but do you want to pay for it now, or later? I know there will be times when I'm not "pure" but my budget sucks and I'm not going to waste food I've paid for. Yes, I will make exceptions for Flying Pie, dammit.

Anyway, not going to do the soap box thing because none of you who might want to argue with me will win. Not on my blog at least.

And really, those who know me know better than to try and start shit when I'm sick.