Gastritis sucks.

Had Fajitas Sunday night.
Had the runs in the morning.
Had pains in the lining of my stomach throughout the week.
Woke up this morning feeling like I was going to throw up (I didn't, though).
Went to Doctor avec ma Mere.
I have gastritis.

Whoopee doo, for one week I must now drink a toothpasty substance half an hour before I eat anything. Plus I'm off fatty and spicy foods.

The Scribblings just got a whole lot more depressed...