Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

I have spoken with a LOT of my friends and family about my health. There’s been some kind of stomach flu going around DC. During these past 5 days, depending upon the time you caught me, I was either doubled over and crying in pain or grinning and bearing it.

Today marked a turning point! I woke up and didn’t run to the bathroom. I went to the gym and had the energy to run a mile (I didn’t go too fast.) I even did 30 minutes of cardio and crunches.  I was able to run 3 times this week, but was never able to go too far without having to interrupt it with a race to the bathroom.

Saturday night was the absolute worst: I was considering going to the ER, spent time crying on the phone to everyone I knew because of the pain, and had to leave my best friend Brad’s 30th b-day party 20 minutes after arriving because of abdominal pain. Of course, 20 minutes was just enough time for a very drunk Brad to bite my face and twice attempt to pull of my shirt (making me flash some friends for a couple of seconds.) He left no teeth marks, so I forgive him.

I felt SO incredibly alone that night. All I wanted was someone to make me feel better. I needed my mom or someone to feed me chicken soup and shower attention on me. My mom, a friend, ANYONE. I crawled into bed earlier than I can remember (on a Saturday night) and passed out. On a positive note, because of this stomach flu/virus/infection/whatever, I’ve lost 7 pounds in one week! Maybe I have a tapeworm?

I’ll see a doctor tomorrow, but I was healthy enough to enjoy myself today. I had some sporadic pain, but nowhere near the level of intensity of Saturday night. I was healthy enough to work out with Gianni, go grocery shopping with Shannon, and  give Gianni’s brother a lap dance during a game of truth or dare. Hopefully, I’ll be back to my old antics on Monday morning!

Special shout out and HUGE THANKS to Wendy for the sympathy and homeopathic meds of Friday night, Filip for coming to my rescue with meds on Saturday morning, and Gianni and Shannon for keeping my mind distracted with Sunday day-of-fun. Oh, and Roz’s Moveon colleague Adam, for being the "talk of the night" at her 30th B-day party on Friday night.

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