Day 2: O...M...G...!

If you haven't read Jessica's post yet, you should. Just so you can be prepared for what I'm about to say.

Remember the last sentence of my previous post where I mentioned keeping my fingers crossed that I don't shit my brains out? Well, I'm going to say this in the classiest way possible: Crossing my fingers didn't work.

We woke up this morning at 8 A.M., took our pills, and then went to work out. I put in a hard 30 minutes on the elliptical, and by the time I was done had to focus as hard as I could on not throwing up. I felt disgusting. My tummy hurt and I felt as though I could puke. We got back to the apartment, ate a bland breakfast of eggwhites and oatmeal once again. I hopped in the shower and started getting ready for work. Jessica and I both got stuck in our separate bathrooms and were only able to communicate through texting about what we were both going through. Let's just say that I ended up running late for work...

I'm currently dreading tomorrow morning. I have to be drive on the interstate for an hour tomorrow morning and have a dermatologist appointment at the nearly the same time that the "side effects" took place. God be with me on my drive. I'm hoping that everything escaped my system today...