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November 2003

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

My tummy is really out of line these days. It started on Saturday morning when I woke up and threw up blood everywhere. They don’t call it a "red" flag for nothing. But having had vast experience in the GI field, I thought nothing of it, nibbled on a bagel and drank lots of Gatorade. Problem is I haven’t really eaten anything since then without feeling nauseated. Including now.

The good news is I’ve lost about 7 pounds, I’m fitting into my old corduroys and I have since developed the skill of vomit-on-demand. Unfortunately with the exception of the pair of cords, I’m probably not too well off.

So today I’ll go to the doctor and figure out what to do. What could it be? I haven’t eaten enough to take any medicine for 4 days, I am on the cusp of flipping out about that, and all I want is a puppy.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

I didn’t think there would come a time in my life where I’d be happy to eat breakfast. But this morning, for the first time in almost a week, I managed to eat a bagel. And it couldn’t come at a better time. Having reached my threshold 2 days ago, I was really starting to hurt. Sitting. Sleeping. Walking. My body was in a vice and all I wanted to do was eat enough to take some medicine.

But my corduroys looked great. But at the end of the day it’s not about looking good it’s about feeling good. Sure we can always loose a couple pounds here or there (or in my case both), but feeling good is what counts. And that’s the reason I need to get better because I want to feel good. No more waking up and wanting to throw up nonsense. No more fitting into pants because I haven’t eaten in three days. I want to get healthy and then work to feel healthy.

Monday, November 24, 2003

This Thanksgiving I plan to eat dinner with the Jury (and by that I mean my family) where shortly after the turkey and before the dessert, the press conference will begin. "How are you feeling lately?" "Who are you dating nowadays?" "How’s all the traveling?" and on and on and on.

It’s like "this Thanksgiving is brought to you by the makers of GUILT…for when you can never get enough!" Every year I say the same thing to myself: "it’s not whether or not your family is crazy, it’s how crazy is your family?"

I’ve been feeling okay lately. My stomach is back in line, new medicine for that is working well. With any luck it’ll stay okay for the rest of the year. For the days I miss my other medicine I can really feel it and have trouble getting around. That bothers me because it makes a simple Sunday like yesterday and turns it into a chore. And what’s worse is it makes me realize how dependant I am on my medicine.

But it’s Thanksgiving and I can’t help but be thankful for Chevy Chase reruns, Bart Simpson balloons, and a mild November.