So. The actual day of my birthday was a blast. Great dinner with a great friend and lots of attention from the good people in my life.
The day after was horrible, but it wasn't my fault, nor was it the Sake Bomb's.
I had a 24 hour flu bug and had to miss out a night of post birthday celebratory drinking with some fun people. Instead I was chained to a bucket (we used to call it the chuck bucket when I was a little girl) and writhed in vain as I battled the shakes and the cold chills/hot flashes.
Yeah, it wasn't fun.
Saturday I ran up to C-bus with D-Money and hung out with her family and our friend Micah. Good time, though my stomach was having a tough time with dinner.
And that's where the problems started.
Five days later, I am still battling a bad stomach ache and have a host of other symptoms I will spare you the description of, but it all boils down to a rudimentary diagnosis that I may have an ulcer.
We'll find out Friday (unless this crippling snow storm is just that) when I have an appointment with the gastroenterologist.
That's where I've been. Stuck to the chuck bucket and downing Maalox (the wild berry kind - tasty) like it's my job.