I do not care if this is TMI. I am too ill to care.

Remind me to never hold off on vomiting for 9 hours again. It only makes it worse.

unnnnggghhh. I just barfed until there was nothing left, and then I barfed some more. Gall. I hate puking gall.

This on top of having nightmares about weird shit like ectopic pregnancy.

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We wants the precious, yessss....

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J. is watching Lost in Space reruns and this guy wearing a helmet came out of nowhere with a couple of Domo-Kun/Chewbacca hybrids and said "I am Officer Bollocks."

And he's played by Werner Klemperererererer! OMG!

ahahahahaha

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Medical update:

I was lucky enough to not have to be speculumed. That is the good news.

The bad news is that I probably have some monstrous colossal ovarian follicle thing going on. Tuesday I go for an ultrasound with the Giant Penis Probe of Doom so that this can be confirmed (provided I don't suffer from any sudden attacks of Exploding Pevis Syndrome).

Bleh. I don't wanna ovulate ever ever ever. This sucks. I almost wish it was an ectopic pregnancy so I could have them rip everything out.