Ok, so you know that sensation that you get on the first drop of a roller coaster.

You know the one. You feel like youv'e left your stomache at the top of the drop and it takes a good few seconds for it to catch up to you. Yeah. That feeling. Eventually, you are prepared for the sensation and it doesn't bother you as much for the rest of the ride, because you know it's coming. The only time it really catches you off guard is that first drop. Now, try having that sensation all the time...with no warning. It just shows up. Not when your moving or doing something in particular, not after you've just eaten or before you eat. It just happens.

The doctor's did a much better job this time of keeping me from being sick, but that doesn't mean its perfect. On the upside, this seems to be the only real problem. I'm tired. But once again, not so unusual. I blame Paul and Amy. They stopped by yesterday and watched Family Guy DVD's with me. You should all blame them too. They kept me up. Sure, the fact that I was still on the Prednisone probably had something to do with it...and maybe the fact that I had to get up for church at 7. Especially, since I haven't gotten up before noon the entire week. Okay. Maybe it's not fair to blame Amy and Paul. Kidding aside, I love company. Especially since I think my mother is contemplating locking me in the house so I can't get sick. Just call me bubble girl.

I had a pretty boring weekend overall. I really did nothing of import on Saturday. Well, that's a complete lie. I actually got really pissed off at my hair and had Karen shave it. Yup. My hair's all gone. It's a little odd. But my scalp no longer hurts and I can take a shower with out worrying about my hair clogging the drain. I know. Not a pleasant visual. Not to mention, I was shedding all over the house. So, it's gone. I hope it will be back in a few months. Don't worry Janette, I have a lock for you. The rest of the day was spent in mourning.

On Sunday, I woke up ridiculously early. Our church choir was singing at both services for Palm Sunday. It wasn't really a problem except that there was quite a bit of standing around. I was just tired and a little queezy. I had these Ginger candies that I'm supposed to eat when I get sick, but they are nasty. (Nate, how did you stand them. Bleh) I mean they worked. But I'm not sure if that's because they actually settled my stomache, or because I was so distracted by the taste that everything became secondary. I'm leaning towards the latter.

Anyway, I just thought I would update quickly. I do plan on updating again this evening. This is just to keep the phone calls away. AND to ensure that the comments section doesn't break. 40 comments people. If I didn't love the attention I would be worried. Later -Elizabeth