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| So apparently it isn't 100% the buffet's fault because one of the families that was at the buffet wasn't sick at all. We are now suspecting it was from one of my nephews who had a stomach flu (gastro something) which is apparently very contagious. I still can't stomach food properly. I hope this goes away soon.
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| Monday morning, 6am, my alarm rings telling me it's time to get up to work out. After countless number of snoozes, I decide to drag myself out of bed only to feel very groggy and light headed. I am not a morning person so I thought it was just the normal effects of waking up earlier than I am used to. (I am forcing myself to work out in the mornings so I have more time to do other things in the evening). I noticed I didn't have as much energy in the gym and was struggling to finish my sets that I normally wouldn't have trouble with. After the workout, I was really feeling out of it, so I called in sick to work.
After a short nap, I was still feeling kinda groggy but decided to get up and make some food. I was feeling kinda lazy so I found some old pasta sauce I had prepared the week before and decided to just re-heat it. I couldn't finish the pasta so I gave the rest to Cookie and went back to bed. Shortly after, I felt a gag reflex so I ran to the washroom and started to vomit profusely. I laid on top of the toilet out of breath and wondered what the hell happened. I had doubts about the pasta since it has been sitting in the fridge for quite some time, but before I could have a second thought, I started vomiting some more until my system was completely drained. It didn't end there! Even though there was nothing left, my body kept dry heaving and it was the most painful experience ever.
Completely drained, I went downstairs to get some water and saw Cookie lying on her bed. I felt so bad because she ate the rest of the pasta and was just waiting for her turn to start puking. I called my brother and sister to tell them of what happened and then passed out for the next couple hours while they finished work.
When they arrived later in the evening, I had no energy left to get out of bed and was very dehydrated. They forced me to eat and drink and I slowly started to get some energy back, but was scared I would start vomiting again. Cookie had persevered and was fine so we were glad it only hit one of us. They relentlessly teased me for my shitty cooking and eating old food.
Later that night, I got a call from my god-mother. To my surprise she was inquiring if I had been puking all day or had diarrhea. Shocked that she would know, I told her what I had went through and she was extremely apologetic because the buffet we went to the day before had spoiled food. My entire god family had been vomiting all day and my brother in law is in the hospital getting an iv. That finally explained everything I was going through all day, and then I was worried that I may have something more serious than old pasta sauce.
My sister stayed over to keep an eye out for me and I just slept slept and slept. The next morning I was feeling a lot better but still had a terrible headache and my stomach was still in pain from lack of food.
I once had a conversation with Fungus about puking and that it was such a great feeling because you get everything that's bad out of your system out. She vehemently disagreed and I can now see why.
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| I took my piercing out. For good this time. As much as I loved it, it was more of a pain in the butt than anything. With the removal, I have decided to start a new chapter in life as well. I am going back to school and aiming to become an engineer! i've always been fascinated by technology and computers so I am going to actively pursue those goals!
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| I guess Samantha is probably avoiding me, but I wish she could just tell me "No" instead of "Oh I will be free on x day".
I finally got through to her and though she said she was gonna be busy today, she mentioned that she would be home at around 7-8pm and to give her a call before leaving town to see if she was free. So I did just that. I was in town to visit my new nephew and hung out with my nieces so I stuck around for a while.
6pm comes along and I texted her a little reminder to see if she was still up for getting together. No reply.
7:30pm I give her a ring, but she doesn't pick up. I log onto msn at 8pm and see her online so I sent her a message, but get no response.
8:30pm I tried calling again to no avail and got quite fed up and decided to head home.
8:40pm I get a call from her and she tells me she just got home and out of the shower. I told her I am already on my way home, but still in town. She mentions "oh it may take time for my hair to dry and I don't want you to turn around" .
that's fine. i was going to leave.. but she says "i'll be in town next week so we can definitely do something then" FUCKIN SHIT WE WILL. quit playing with me. If you don't want to see me leave me alone!!!
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| Life was moving along just fine until about a month ago, I finally got in touch with an old classmate that I had a crush on. She had apparently broken up with her control-freak boyfriend earlier in the summer. She mentioned being sorry for not ever going out while we were in school and wanted to make it up to me so we set up a date to get together and just hang out.
Coming from The Falls, she wanted me to show her around the city so I took her around my neighbourhood, had lunch in yorkville, then toured through china town and passed lakeshore to the ferry docks where we set sail for the island.
As the day went on, there definitely was a connection happening and we started to get more comfortable being closer together. As we strolled across the boardwalk, I took her by the hand and she firmly responded. It was such a great feeling. Every so often when we separated, she would sneakily tug my hand and reattach herself.
Unfortunately we missed the last call at the restaurant so we decided to head back. We enjoyed a nice sunset on the ride back in each others arms. As the night finally came to an end, I missed an opportunity to give her a kiss, but I wanted to leave her with something to look forward to the next time we got together. She had a great time and gave me a call when she got home.
Now here's my predicament. It felt like the start of something special, but she has been hesitant to respond to my calls. In fact, communication has been scarce and I had been the only one taking the initiative to contact her. I respect her space and have not been calling her much, but it seems every time we do talk, it's brief and she will avoid talking about what happened or what will happen.
Why is she being so illusive?
Have I done something wrong?
I can take no for an answer.. but not knowing is killing me. Why do women like to torment men so....
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