blegh...

So, yesterday was pretty good. And my date was pretty good too. He was so nervous--I was the one doing most of the talking. But he asked for my number at the end, so I guess that's positive.

Why the title of my post? Well, I woke up at nearly six this morning feeling sick to my stomach. I decided to go to church anyway, since I had to give the lesson in Sunday School. I gave my part of the lesson in Sunday School and turned time over to my co-teacher to teach. At the beginning of his lesson, he talked about his soccer days in high school when they had post-summer conditioning and some players would throw up. Well, that started something. I ran to the ladies' room with my mouth covered and didn't quite make it to the toilet in time. Yep, I threw up. Two of my roommates came in, cleaned up, and offered to walk me home. Amy went back into the classroom and got my stuff and she walked me home. She even gave me some antiseptic to swish around in my mouth.

I think it was food poisoning. I'm feeling better now, but I don't have an appetite. I'm grateful for my roommates, who are taking good care of me. I'm also glad it's Sunday, that way I don't have to worry about school. And I'm grateful that we do co-teaching in my stake, that way my co-teacher could take over.