Current mood:	drained
Entry tags:	birthday, food-poisoning, sick, superbowl

Happy Birthday To Me... Ugh
Today I turned 43. And what did I get for my Birthday? Food poisoning.

Actually, I had a great Saturday, going out with friends for dinner, and other friends for drinks and partying. I got home late, getting to bed around 3am.

Two hours later, all the trouble started. I was awakened by searingly painful cramps, and spent the next four hours alternating between being curled in the fetal position whimpering and being chained to the toilet. I finally got to sleep for a few hours, waking around noon, and it was still going on. I had to cancel all my Superbowl Sunday plans (making a bunch of food and appetizers to take to a friend's Superbowl party), as I couldn't even LOOK at food, let alone eat any, let alone prepare any.

So Sunday I didn't even leave the house at all. At least I caught the game on my own... pretty good game for a super bowl. Around 9pm, just as the super bowl was ending, my appetite came back... with a vengeance, considering it had been about 26 hours since I last had solid food. So I broke down and ordered a pizza. Yummy.

And today was a normal work day, though it wasn't until this evening that I finally started feeling normal.

So yeah. Great birthday, huh? Sigh.

And this on top of finally getting an email from the ex on Friday that was a sort of an attempt at finally giving me what I wanted, an "explanation" ... but really was just more pain and revisionist history and lies and crap that just ended up upsetting me more. If nothing else, it served to cement the fact that I'm better off now. The mourning process is over. I now have no problem giving him what he wants: no more contact from me. Happily.

So far, this isn't really working out to be my year.