Actually, I haven't really had any troubles today. I feel like, for the first time, I may really be getting a handle on my non-writing job. It's refreshing.
As for writing... well...
Today, I talked to one of my teachers. It went really well (so I think, anyway), but something weird happened. As I was getting ready to leave, this old guy with top and bottom teeth missing started talking to me about this "thing" a friend gave him and asked me if I wanted to press a button.
Ummmmm, excuse me? Do I know you?
He was creepy. I don't mean to be a judge by looks kind of person, but this was hard to miss. I had a feeling he was trying to witness to me, that if I pressed the "thing's" button, it would give me a message of hope or something.
Lame.
I mean, first of all, if you have no top or bottom teeth, just try talking to me about God. Don't try to con me into doing something that gets me involved. Because then, you look like a pervert.
A no teeth pervert.
I think they made a film about that.
It's not that I don't want to hear about God. It's just that I want to hear about God from someone I think can articulate. I don't need props. Just ask me a question. As it is, I don't EVER play with things strangers ask me to play with.
I've been feeling extremely hungry. I get sharp, nearly crippling hunger pangs, like my stomach is striking at the rest of my body. I NEED to eat. But then, once I start eating, I feel sick to my stomach. But I have to keep eating because that extreme hunger sensation is still there. I have to eat slowly and take deep breaths so I don't throw up.
And no, I know for a fact that I'm not pregnant.
So what's wrong with me. Monday, when I was driving to return the rental car from our recent trip to North Carolina (conference for me, vacation for The Honey), I literally was forced off the road and to the nearest food source, which in this case was the Waffle House, and ordered food and coffee like a mad person and at like one of those starving children my mom always wanted me to think about. I immediately wanted to throw it up (although, it being waffle house, I didn't associate with my hunger so much as with the grease). All answers will be appreciated.
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I can think of only one possible explanation.
You should have pressed the button.
I assume you're not undergoing chemotherapy or using heroin. Those are the most common things that cause both of those symptoms.
How's your blood sugar? Type I Diabetes can cause both hunger and nausea, although not usually at the same time.
No, not the button. If you had seen this guy, you would have run like I did, Mr. Fuller.
Kevin, I pray to my dear and fluffy Lord that I am not diabetic, undergoing chemotherapy or using heroin. Except for the Diabetes threat, that using heroin part was pretty funny.
Don't you lose teeth from using heroin?
Heroin doesn't decay your teeth, but the methadone used in rehab centers can if you're not careful.
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