This is a somewhat detailed entry about me being sick. If you don't care for this sort of thing, you should skip this entry.

I knew this would happen. Well, I knew that if I went back to eating cheese, after discovering that too much cheese hurts me, I'd eventually overdo it and get horrible stomach cramps again. What I didn't realize is that I was going to freakin' pass out again.

So, last night before bed I had stomach pain. Not horrible, but starting that way, so I took one of my magic blue pills that I have left over from two years ago when I was dealing with this. Those pills are good for about 6 hours. I went to bed at 11 pm.

5:06 am I wake up with pain. Worse than earlier, but not horrible yet. I grab my robe, my blue pills, my book and slip my slippers on. I pause in the dark bedroom, debating whether to wake Tim to take care of me or grab a pillow. Pain gets worse. I decide I don't have time to do either.

Mistake.

I walk into the bathroom.... and the next thing I know, I'm breathing heavy and my eyes are closed. It takes me a minute to realize I'm on the floor, half my weight on my knees, the other half on my face. The pain in my gut was so bad I had passed out again (the last time was over two years ago, but I really didn't think it would happen again). The pain was still really bad, so I stayed there for a minute, breathing and starting to cry. The pain was still so bad that it took me a few minutes to realize that my face really freakin' hurt.

I got up, washed the blood and stray kitty litter (from the floor) off my face. I tried to look in the mirror, but I didn't have my contacts in. It looked like someone had punched me in the mouth, that's all I could see.

I eventually fell asleep on the couch for some reason. When I crawled back into bed I tried to wake Tim, but my throat was sore and I was too tired to make much of an effort. When the alarm finally went off I managed to wake him and have him help me clean my face and get an ice pack.

The best I can figure, I crumpled to the left as I fell, hitting my head (against the wall or something), then my left shoulder (maybe head and shoulder at the same time?), then my left knee, then my chin/ lip/ nose. I'm lucky my nose is only bruised, not broken. I didn't find the head tenderness until I was washing my hair later in the day, but it's the face that's the dramatic part. My chin is all scraped and wounded, my nose is less scraped, but sore, and my lip... my poor lip. If you squint, I look like I stole Angelina Jolie's lips, at least on the left side. It's torn up pretty badly both inside and out, and it's swollen and bloody.

In other words, I'm pretty fucking miserable.

My gut pain has passed for now. Cheese is officially my enemy again. It hurts to eat anything solid or salty or, you know, flavorful, right now anyway. My throat and right ear are sore (not sure if this is related or I have a cold/ flu thing coming on). I keep finding tender bits on my body I hadn't noticed because my face hurts so fucking much.

Anyway. That was my night last night. I stayed home from work today, to sleep, ice down my face and regularly clean out my wounds, but I should go in tomorrow. I don't relish the looks I'm going to get on my morning commute. It looks like someone beat the hell out of me. How humiliating.