Untitled Due To Illness

I fell ill last week; stomach flu to be exact. I knew I was coming down with something because of all the mind bending migraines on the days leading up to my downfall. I am one of those people who will hang on till the bitter end; till my body takes over and shuts down for me because I am far too stubborn and stupid to give in and rest.

Nothing was staying down and at one point I couldn’t stop expelling things from my stomach. When I saw the sandwich I had eaten three days ago I knew I was trouble. Yet, I found myself craving food. It was twisted. I would drive the porcelain bus for about 10 minutes, then, with tears in my eyes, limp back to my bed and crave raw salmon and hamburgers. I always do this. I don’t actually desire food until it is making the return trip back up my throat. What the hell is that about!?