I was actually having a good time. I mean, come on. How often does that happen. Let me back up. Today we had our Kindergarten Presentations. Awwww, the kids were so damn cute. When I got to the Art High School, I thought I was nauseous from motion sickness. Damn idiot cab driver. It was pretty bad, so I took some compazine, which I had in my purse. I thourghly enjoyed the presentations. Did I mention the kids were really cute? About half way through, the headache started. Oh crap, a migraine. And of course, you know, I had no Zomig in my purse. I must have taken the last one last week and forgot to put a new package in. I also thought my ibuprofin bottle was empty (which it wasn’t). Even if I had looked, I couldn’t have gotten those big horse pills down without water.
After presentations, some of the staff decided to go out to dinner. We ended up at a Korean BBQ place down the street from the school. We toasted with a shot of soju (I think this is where I really made the mistake). Dinner came, we grilled up our meat. I had some soup (spicy tofu soup, FWIW). I had a little piece of grilled octopus. This whole time, my headache was starting to go away from the 800mg of ibuprofin I popped and the nausea had died down from the compazine.
All of a sudden, I thought I was going to lose the little bit of food that I had eaten. I ran to the bathroom. It was disgusting. But at least it wasn’t the hole in the ground toilet, it was a real western one. The smell was so bad I ran right back out. I gave a coworker some money and told her I was leaving.
I then ran home and proceded to puke. Then I took a Zomig. Now I’m waiting for the nausea and the headache, both that got worse from throwing up to subside. I’m throwing my clothes on the floor. I’ll deal with them tomorrow. I’m going to climb into bed and put a pillow over my head to block out the light that comes in.
It totally sucks because I was actually having a good time. I wasn’t stressing about this, that, or the other thing. My mood was actually normal. It almost feels like I can’t win. The old thoughts of not deserving to be happy because I’m a bad person came flooding back.