had to go to the shops this afternoon to get dinner. we didn't even end up eating it. i made it to the shops . . . i don't know how. i threw up when i got there for ... quite a long time. not pleasant for anyone involved. my poor stomach was already in screaming agony from the walk. every step i take sees a nice stabbing pain aroundabout where i guess my right ovary would be. . . i don't know, i'm not great at anatomy.
anyway, i nearly collasped head first into the toilet but i managed to get out of there alive and made it home. my housemate was talking on the phone and i realised it was to his daughter and i was met with a conundrum - be quiet or do the dishes so we would be able to eat. i ended up chosing to do the dishes because my housemate woke up feeling really unwell with flu-likie symptoms this morning and i thought it would be better if we ate early.
so i did the dishes, feeling really guilty for making noise all the time, and after he had gotten off the phone he just casually came up and asked me how the trip was. anyway we talked about what we wanted to do and decided to have a smoke to let the pan that we needed to cook dry and talk and let me "relax" and so forth.
after that i asked him if he wanted to see a "freaky" filmclip - Lisa Mitchell: Coin Laundry - and so we watched that, and then I asked him if he wanted me to cook and he said he wasn't hungry. so i could have skipped the trip up to the shop.
i'm not upset by the way, as much as i would have liked to have not gone - especially with all the hoons drag racing each other down the main street - but i'm just so stressed that i'm freaking myself out without even trying now and i am just getting to the point that i don't know what to do. it's becoming a "do i stay or do i go" type situation. *sigh*
i guess i'll know when the **** hits the fan.
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