Okay, so I'm feeling a little bit better, thank God.I must be wired like a man because there is a definite connection between my stomach and my heart.
And I hadn't been eating much at all for 4 days when everything had gone south in LisaLand.
I realize now that my uncommon pessimism was drawn out by my lack of sustenance. Hunger is always my Achielle's Heel and I forget that every time. Once, when I knew better, I insisted (to a boy that I was dating at the time) that he ought to always carry with him a granola bar for the purposes of emergency conflict resolution. Feeding me always does the trick.
So perhaps my sourpuss attitude was brought on by the fact that I couldn't keep anything down this week. I had started throwing up at Lija's bachelorette party, which was embarrassing to say the least--not only because I was jumping out of cars, puking out my brains, and holding up the traffic--but because I hadn't even sipped a bit of alcohol and yet was having all the adverse effects to just the thought of it. Irony! And even more: I had just about thrown up on the lawn of the aforementioned guy. Irony squared!
So I had my first meal on Wednesday, but unfortunately the damage had already been done on Tuesday night, and so when I had the energy to finally think clearly the next evening, I just channeled it all into a negative blog. Kaboom!
And while everything I wrote is something real that I experienced, I have experienced more since then...and it has been positive. So I'm willing to concede that my jury shall still deliberate.
No, I didn't have my period, but I couldn't resist keeping that line in the title of this blog. :-)
