Sick

Oh how I hate being sick. And I am not talking about the run of the mill icky feeling or a headache. I mean puking my guts out, feeling death approaching kinda sick. That was me yesterday. I suppose it was something I ate, though I hate to think that because I ate at my all time favorite restuarant Ruby Tuesday's. But that is what came up. so although I love the place I do not feel the pull to return any time soon. Ugh! I hate being sick! Besides the fact that once again I have broken all the blood vessels in my face from vomitting. Why did I inherit this lovely thing from my mother. Anytime I vomit I suddenly become covered in purplish red freckels all over my face in neck. And I mean COVERED ALL OVER MY FACE AND NECK. It would be easier to paint my face purple than to cover it up. Fun!