I really do. Have I told you before? Did it make you jealous? I don’t care. I love it. I love the location (although the building is old and in need of a makeover), I love the people I work with, I love what I do and I love our patients (not too fond of diarrhea, vomit and bad breath).

Seriously, what could make my job better? Well, we are underpaid big time, but at least I love my job.

Did I mention that I love my job? Oh. Okay, I’ll shut up now.

It was a pretty good week for me, cause I had several normal meals, and was feeling quite normal. Then it hit me: Am I supposed to feel normal? Maybe that means there’s something wrong… So I started worrying on Sunday and that’s never good. Then, on Monday I threw up my apple, aka breakfast, and it was all good again.

Yesterday I threw up while I brushed my teeth. Always fun. Now it’s starting to feel like morning sickness, although just a whiff of diarrhea, which is happening too frequently at work, makes me gasp for air and run in the other direction. It happened few days ago while I was holding a dog and the vet was probing a finger up his you-know-what. I just screamed: “CAN SOMEONE COVER FOR ME??!” which wasn’t really a question, and ran outside. Charming.

I’m telling you, Baby Doe, YOU OWE ME BIG TIME when you get out. Although I do like the fact that I can eat almost anything and blame it on you.