Never eat chicken leftover from four nights ago.
At about 3am on Tuesday morning, I threw up. Then again around 4:30am. Then again around 5:15am. Again around 6:30am. And so on, every 45 minutes or so until about noon, when I finally made it to the Student Health Center, where I threw up once more just after the nurse pricked my finger and right before she stuck me in the arm. And honestly, I think that's the best ever done with having my blood drawn. So anyway, turns out, my white blood cell count was high. I guess eating chicken left over from four days ago isn't a good idea after all. I don't think I've ever vomited so much in my whole life. After leaving the doctor's office, I went back to bed and I stayed there until about 10:30 this morning. Thanks to the loving care of Crissy, who drove me to the doctor and also made several trips to the grocery store to pick up supplies of Gatorade, Pedialite, apple sauce, bananas, english muffins, italian ices, popcicles, and grapes, I'm now feeling much better. Classes tomorrow until 9pm. Time to get some more rest.