Jul 31, 2012 13:22
Yesterday was my thirtieth birthday, and it was a fun day. I spent it running to the toilet and vomiting. When I wasn't doing either of those, I was lying in bed trying to keep warm and having some really weird fever dreams. My mum also was sick with probably the same thing, but she managed to keep her food down and spent the day off work.
The illness wasn't fun, but I think it hit me quite hard because I've been pretty stressed the last few weeks. I've been running around getting a lot of things done and I think I definitely over-done it. I've been pushing a nervous breakdown for a while now and the illness easily took me over the edge, which is why I think I had such interesting fever dreams. I need to take it easier.
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