These past four years, I have had more than my share of being sick; compared to some people, I've gone through an entire lifetime's worth of it in just this short time. It's been an easy accomplishment for me. With continuing digestion issues due to a permanent lack of the normal number of intestines, I've also managed to be pregnant, with heavy "morning" sickness lasting the entire 9 months, three times. On a couple unfortunate days, the two issues combine to make an extraordinarily sick woman. (Do I eat to appease "morning" sickness, knowing I'll be seeing it again shortly due to intestinal issues? Or do I wait to eat so my intestines have some time to sort their issue out, leaving myself vulnerable to "morning" sickness?)
Today being one of the days the issues have collided into each other, I think it is safe to say that I have definitely come back into passion in at least one area of my life. To say that I hate throwing up is not enough - I loathe it with the core of my being. If I could go the rest of my life avoiding flu, intestinal issues, "morning" sickness, sympathetic nausea (which I learned to be a problem after becoming a mom), food poisoning, and anything else that might incite my stomach into deeming its residents unsuitable, I would consider myself to be one of the happiest women in the world.