Yesterday I was pretty sick. The nausea meds and lack of sleep made me super tired. I spent the day sleeping. But I wasn't throwing up. I reschedeled therapy for Thursday. She was super nice and understanding. I felt better around 5 so my mom and I got stuffed pitas for dinner.

This morning I made myself a skinny chai latte and ate a couple pieces of this seaweed thing and then an hour later I threw up a couple times.

My mom and I took my niece to Walmart and I felt so weak walking around I couldn't make it to the other store. But I did get my haircut. I got there right when they opened and I had been putting it off for awhile and my hair was getting long but finally I just said eff it and I got it cut today.

I was the first ones there and I got a medium buzz cut and I really like it. Getting it cut improved my anxiety almost instantly and I'm glad I was able to push myself. I came home and my stomach is fairly calm right now although I still feel queasy. I did take a Zofran before we left.

I just threw up my meds, my second valium, and my Skippy peanut butter bar. Wtf. And my niece is coughing a lot for some reason.