i really, actually hate it. i hate the feeling as your stomach pushes the stuff out, the pain when there is no more to come but you kep heaving anyway. the wateryness in my mouth when i know i am going to be sick.

i don't have a fear of being sick, i guess, it's just hateful. i can't understand these people who eat like, 50 boiled eggs in an attempt to throw up. i get panicy, and that makes me more sick.

i have no idea why i was sick today. i slept over claires with the boys last night, and i didn't get very much sleep, but then, i rarely do, so it can't be that. i threw up earlier, all over the floor. just thinking about it makes me panic.

my dad was here all day, and he was very nice about it. i felt terrible though, because we had all planned to go out for dinner, and now we can't because i am ill. it was to celebrate his birthday.

actually, on the subject of dad, he gave me five pounds yesterday, without a row. it was like being in another universe.

i'm going to go now. i feel a bit better since i spoke to dave, he says he is mising me a lot too now *beams*

i hope to be able to see him soon :)

talk tomorrow :)

katie