I Might Be Dying.......... AHHHHHHHHHH.

Body issues not the.... " I'm so fat right now"  kind of issues.

My body is simply rejecting me.

For the past month or so off and on food has been my enemy.

It kinda makes me sick.
Nothing ever tastes or sounds good.
Its so weird.

Pulling over on the side of the road after coming home from my grandparents because I tried to eat..

Its so unappealing.. and I am NEVER going to get a man if I keep barfing at random..
He'll think he's dating the barfing Poltergeist girl.
Sorry for using the word barfing, three times.

Last night, half a buffalo chicken wrap.. (like tiny gas station style) and I thought I was going to die, like be dead die.
And I just couldn't die because I was with other human beings.

What is wrong with my body?

Sometimes I think anxiety can cause my body to spaz.

But I also have concluded that my body just hates me.

Gees.
What to do.
What to do?
Has this ever happened to any of you?

And no.
It isn't a baby.. 
But I am pretty sure 86% of you have concluded that I am knocked up.

Perhaps my stomach is really just gonna fall out.
We'll see.

My friend Melanie in such enthusiasm said..
"Maybe you're going to invent a new disease!"
My mouth gapes open, "what?"
"And they'll call it The Kilfoyle, it sounds like an awful disease, " Mel says..
I eventually see her point, "well yeah, because it has the word kill in it.. an no one can pronounce my last name anyway so its a perfect disease name.."

And just for safe keeping I am going to write down a fb conversation I had with Melanie the other day, it was epic funny. (I have been trying to not use the word epic so much.. not working out so well)

Me: I'm moving to ALASKA to answer your question.
Mel: NO WAY!  It is COLD and FAR and it's COLD!  You might get eaten by a BEAR!
Me:  I can't think of a better way to go down.
Mel. Right, see a bear, run for your life, get caught, pee your pants,  get your face clawed off and then bleed to death in writhing agony.  Good plan.