It’s a Sunday morning, so I’m at J’s house. I’m supposed to go home for Easter dinner but I can’t get anyone to tell me when it’s happening. Lunch? Dinner? Some other random ass time my mom makes up? I really have no idea.

The thing is, I know if I go home my mom is going to want me to help her cook. As of right now I’m having difficulty just sitting on the couch. Nausea. Nausea. More nausea. 

And when I say nausea I don’t mean “oh I feel queasy”. I sit here and feel like someone is heating my intestines with a hair dryer, and this tense crampy situation is slowly radiating throughout my body.  All I know is if I stand up and move around it gets worse. I can’t help cook. I might start throwing up. I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to eat.

Also, SURPRISE, I started my period again. This will be the third in two months. I really don’t know what to do, I just hope things get better before I have to go out of town next weekend.