Explaining

So I figure lots of family members have heard about how sick and stressed and what not I was getting and I figure since this is pretty much a family blog I'd explain. To anybody else who might read who I don't know , you're welcome to join in on this.

As a back story I'm always nauseous. Ask Gregg. It's never been this bad though. Cue story.

It started like Oct 20th or 21st.  I went to bed early one night ( which is rare) I was just tired so I thought nothing of it. I woke up later that night with the worst nausea ever. Bad enough that I told Gregg to get me some medicine ( which he overdid) and to hand me the trash can because if I spoke another word I was going to throw up. Then I shut my mouth and tried my hardest to not throw up. ( and succeeded ) I woke up the next day feeling a little queasy , but fine.

I felt nauseous for the next few weeks , but it wasn't as bad as that night so I just was all whatever.

Sunday Nov 6th rolls around. Gregg is working a grave and the worst pains EVER hit me. I told Gregg later that day that i'd rather get mono again rather than go through that. By pains I mean I felt my stomach move. I could literally put a hand on my stomach and it would actually move. Gross. It was a mix between gas pains and who knows what. Then the super bad nausea from Oct. decided to join in on the fun. I didn't sleep at all and sitting up felt like running across country. I would start to black out but then i'd decide to lay down until it passed. It was the worst i've ever felt. So Gregg , my hero , went into work for me.

On top of this I had been straight up exhausted. Meaning I would sleep all day wake up for maybe an hour and a half and go back to sleep for the rest of the night tired. Then T.O.M. ended up visiting me late. ( If you don't know what T.O.M. is message me or my sisters. They'll let you in the know. At this point i'm freaking out because i'm not getting my usual signals for this visit. I'm not getting any signals actually. So in my mind ( and my mom's, and Gregg's) I'm either pregnant or something is seriously wrong.

I finally decided that I would take a pregnancy test to at least knock that (or not) out of the running. Then if nothing showed up and I still didn't get the visit , I would go to the doctor the next week. Well lucky for me I ended up not having to take the pregnancy test because T.O.M finally decided to visit. Conveniently every other symptom I had went away along with it and i'm feeling better than ever. So , thankfully i'm not pregnant yet and there's actually nothing wrong with me. Well nothing that wasn't already wrong.

THE END 

P.s. Sorry the post was a novel.