Coming Back Up

I apparently don’t do mornings.  I started out really good and then I started throwing up again.  If I didn’t have all my organs removed I’d almost think I was pregnant.  Kevin thinks it is stress.  Which in my head means that this is all my fault.  Which makes me stress.  I think I need a padded room.

So, my dad went and picked up Kevin from work last night since our van was dead.  I love my dad so much.  He is so good to us.  He loaned us $100 to get us through and then he jumped our van and got it going.  Which made me realize how much we fall on our parents when we are in a bind.  Now moving scares the poo out of me.  Well, who knows if we even will.

Ok…gotta go…the porcelain god is calling my name!

Later ~  I feel my 5th migraine coming on in about 4 weeks.  I called my doc and have an appt on Thursday at 1.  I’m still a little nauseous but I was able to eat a bagel okay.  I hope.  I hadn’t noticed the pun in my title to the subject matter until just now.  So not right…