Well, here's hoping that things look up.

I started feeling really funny a little while ago. Not anxious, but some of the symptoms that showed up I tried telling myself were just some new form of anxiety. Most everyone around is getting sick, which is why this girl has isolated herself to her home unless it's to go to a shoot. So, there wasn't any way I could have contracted a cold from any of those that I know are sick.

Yesterday morning around 9am I started dry heaving, shaking like an epileptic, making too many trips to the restroom, sweating, having stomach pain, a migraine and what felt like heartburn. After a couple hours of continuous hell and laying on the back porch for air, I did what every sane adult woman does when she feels like she's dying and called my Mother.

After conformation from the womb I climbed out of, off to the ER I went. A pelvic exam, IV placement in my hand gone terribly wrong, bag of IV fluids, anti-nausea medicine and getting talked into some pain medicine later, I headed home.

I definitely learned something in the hospital though. They seem to be a bunch of drug pushers. After giving me fluids for awhile and letting the anti-nausea medicine kick in, they asked me if I wanted some pain medicine. I've had some terrible experiences in the hospital with being given pain meds so I quickly refused and they proceeded to try and talk me into getting them. "You really don't look like you're not in a ton of pain" the nurse said. After explaining my past experience and that I'm not a fan of being wasted - I don't even drink - we agreed an hour later that I would only allow a half a milligram of their bottom shelf liquor. Halfway through the injection of the medicine into my IV, my head weighed 372 pounds and I let her know that was more than enough. Before I left, she asked me a few times if I wanted the rest of it. No thank you!

Now, I have a shoot in Eugene to go to tomorrow and Friday I leave on a plane to head to Phoenix. In the last 24 hours, I've slept 19 hours. 19! Still feeling a little woozy, pretty weak and kind of off balance. I think I will continue to sleep as much as I can the rest of the day and get my things together for my shoot tomorrow this evening. As much as I would like to stay at home for a week and be a big whine bag, there is no time for anything but fulfilling adult responsibilities.

That means working.

Off I go to suck it up, stick it out and do what I chose to do.

Gotta love the fast-paced life of modeling :)