  This is a graphic article. Be aware. My sleep schedule is still cockeyed, but a couple days ago, I did the dishes, shampooed the carpet, vacuumed, did the laundry, and made supper. I was feeling more or less on the ball. Suddenly, I vomited supper, and spent the rest of the night and most of the morning puking.
After that stopped, the muscle aches and the general feeling of �hoo boy, am I siiiiicccck� took over. And here I am, nauseated, ate three chocolate chip waffles very, very slowly, and that has been my sustenance for the last 72 hours. This morning, I was not able to keep down water. But, that was ok, when I puke water, it just takes like water; hardly any stomach acid gets in. My dad used to recommend eating bananas when I had the stomach flu, because �The taste as good coming up as they do going down.� This, by the way, is not entirely true, but if you have to eat something in between visits to the toilet, banana is pretty easy to handle, unlike tuna cassaerole.
I don�t think I�ll be able to eat that again for a long, long time. So, I found out today, I haven�t been fired, not yet. I have to tell boss man my intentions today. Might still get fired, I suppose, but it�s nice to know I have a chance, if I need it, to keep my job. I hate it. I�ve listed the reasons why, but I need a job. And then, I thought. Fuck it, Fuck boss man, and fuck everything to do with the company.
I want to work for a non-PROFIT organisation. Lo and Behold, I found something; an ad to become an �administrative assistant� at a local family resource center. I�m getting this job. 
