Ughhhhhhh.

 

 

On Monday I felt like I was in one of those dramatic anime plots, where a character seems fine and then suddenly collapses and winds up with a cold washcloth on her head. 

I caught a really bad stomach flu from somewhere; I'm still recovering (my typing is a complete mess and that's a pretty sure indication without the headaches every time I stand up) but two days ago I collapsed. I've always had a problem with being hydrated enough, so I guess this was God giving me a strong warning. I don't know what would have happened if Mom hadn't shown up (she says I called out for her, which I don't recall doing.)

I'm still a bit frazzled. I mean, I am not somebody who faints easily. The last time I fainted I was five years old and third degree burns were involved. This whole thing left me laughing off the nervous energy and my mother scared half to death. This will probably sound overdramatic to people who have fought cancer or deadly infections or something similar, but I have a bit of a new lease on life now.