I'm back in Utah. My flight left El Paso at 1:25. Crocky was going to drive me to the airport at 11:50 so I'd have plenty of time before I left. I woke up that morning to a rather cranky stomach. I had some applesauce, juice, and toast for breakfast. No long after eating I was in the bathroom puking my guts out. I've only puked once before this. I've been sick for an entire month and I'd only puked once. This now made it two and it physically kicked my ass. But I now felt that since I'd completely evacuated the contents of my stomach, my flights would be rather uneventful. Getting through security and everything was a breeze. No hassle this time. I got on the plane and the turbulence was something else. I was praying the whole time that my stomach would just relax and that I wouldn't puke. But by the end of the flight my stomach couldn't take it anymore. I quietly became well acquainted with the airsickness bag. The two latinas sitting next to me were really nice about the whole thing. They asked if I was okay, if I needed anything, and if I was going to be okay. They even asked if I needed water or anything. When I disposed of the bag after the flight, one of the attendants asked if I'd gotten sick. I told her I had and she apologized apologized for the turbulence. I told her that I've been sick for some time and that's why I'm flying home. I was feeling so sick and weak at this point, I was too exhausted to be embarrassed at all. Turbulence is the one thing that I'm afraid of when it comes to flying. But I was so sick that I almost didn't care about it. If anything, my fear might be eliminated after that flight.

I had a stop in Albuquerque to change planes. I was supposed to leave at 3:30 and arrive in Utah after 5pm. My plane was coming in from Houston and it sat on the runway for about 3 hours waiting for permission to take off. Apparently there were horrid thunderstorms in the area. So I had a few breadsticks and then a quick cat nap in the terminal. Then I had some strange chicken noodle soup, that was anything but chicken noodle, and half a sandwich. I figured that I needed food in my stomach. I was getting shaky and weak. If I was going to puke, there was nothing I could do about it. My flight finally left Albuquerque at 6:30pm. The flight to SLC was thankfully quiet and uneventful. I got in just after 8pm. Sadly, my bag didn't arrive in SLC with me. So I filed a missing luggage report with the airline and headed home with my Dad. The airline said that when they found it, they would call me and deliver it. The drive home was long. Not that 60 miles is that far. But I was so sick and physically exhausted, that all I wanted to do was rest.

I got home and had a little dinner. Then at 10pm, the airline called and told me they found my bag. I don't know where it went without me. It may have gone on to Seattle. It might have been stuck in Albuquerque longer than I was. I told them to deliver the bag first thing in the morning, rather than at around 2am. My bag didn't get delivered until 4:30pm. All of the meds I've been taking were in that bag. All my clothes were in that bag. The cords for my PS3, my phone charger, my cross stitch... I'm just glad to have my bag back.

I still feel pretty sick today. I seem to have developed a new aliment. My ribcage aches all the time. Everything inside it aches. However, when I belch it's hurts. A lot. Normally burping feels good for my stomach. But now it's rather painful. Add that to the constant stomach aches, headaches, dizziness, constant weakness, strange and unpredictable hunger, and general body aches and I'm just a total wreck. I'm trying to get a Dr. appointment as soon as I can. I've been sick for a month and this shows no sign of going away on it's own. I need someone to figure out what this is. I need to get better. Yes, it's nice to be home and see my family and my dog. But I want to get back to El Paso and make the summer mine. Especially since I no longer own a car. While I've been gone, my car went to hell rather quickly. It became unsafe to drive. Literally, this morning, the kidney foundation came and took my car away. I have to make enough money to get a car this summer. I have to get better and get back to make some money. I need to get back to work and back to El Paso. I'm also just completely and totally drained. I have no option except to get better. I just hope I can despite my lack of insurance.

By the way, apparently I don't have Norwalk Virus. Now we're being told it's a less terminal form of E Coli. But I need that confirmed for myself and some serious medication. Until I get a bunch of tests that verify what I have, I'm not really going to believe a supposed diagnosis.

Although I am rather excited to be back for a few reasons. The largest one being the ability to see my family and dog. But I'm excited to be back so I can do stupid things like, get my hair cut and colored. Pick up my Special Edition of MGS 4. I fully plan on playing that tonight after the requisite blog update.