One Rough Day... Thursday, May 4

I had a dream that I was dying and in my dream every time I closed my eyes I could see a bright light -- "the" bright light.  Upon waking up from that dream, I tried hard not to fall asleep again.  It was one of those dreams that felt too real to just be a dream.

There I was, laying in bed, suffering from chills, my bones aching, and having to wake up pretty much every few minutes to go to the bathroom.  Everything I had eaten for the past few days was no longer in my body but instead was traveling down the toilet pipe, going only God knows where. 

I spent the entire day in bed, sick.

I lived solely on Pocari Sweat today.  I couldn't stomach anything.