psychosomatic tumtum

i'm sick. for the first time this year (for as far as i can remember, at least), i actually got sick. this is day 3 of horrid cramps and i'm almost ready to temporarily set up camp in the loo. :p thank goodness for hot packs.

i don't think i caught anything serious.. although, i am thinking that this (aside from other MUCH sensible possiblities) is my psychosomatic tummy in action. a few days ago, i looked down and actually sighed and told (and fondly pat) my belly, "gawd, you're getting bloated!" ungh: day after that, it took me down with a vengance, i almost fainted while i was standing in the middle of one of my favorite places: the salon. aargh! had to cancel my appointment, darnit!

now, because i teased my tummy, it's out to prove me wrong. on any other day though (like when i'm in serious need of a tummy tuck/ denial scheme), i would be ecstatic. but THIS is just getting ridiculous.

thank goodness i'm now bunking at the nurse's home.

now, excuse me while i get ready to see my breakfast. again. (aaack! tmi!) >xp