bleurgh

I have no idea what's wrong with me, and it's really frustrating. I've never felt like this... I mean, I'm female, obviously I'm used to a certain amount of discomfort once a month, so the pain isn't that intollerable, it's just kind of constant.

My stomach spends most of its time impressing me with its acrobatic prowess, which would be great if it didn't make me want to hurl all the time. If I don't eat, my stomach growls and is generally unhappy; if I do, it dislikes what I fed it and somersaults all the harder. Great.

I don't want to sound like a bitch, really I don't, especially not when I am excited for the event, and I do really want to be a part of it, but I honestly don't think I can handle two sets, especially not if you add nerves to the equation -- I foresee a night of worshipping the porcelein gods, and really, I could do without that.

I'm going to see a doctor. I just don't want to. They're so invasive and pokey.

/end gripe.whine.bitchfest.