Today could have been so much fun...if it wasn't for my stupid emetophobia.
It was the most gorgeous Spring day - sunny, all the flowers out, you know...ideal. I went over to a friend's place for his 20th birthday party...just a small gathering, only 5 of us. He cooked us a BBQ lunch...and as per usual, I started worrying about the cooked meat. The rissole/burger type things were pretty well cooked, but a little pink on the inside...not wanting to be rude, I ate a bit of one, then lapsed into panic mode and couldn't make myself eat anymore of it. Arghh.
That ain't all, either. Another friend brought around a cheesecake her mother had made - I had a piece, and it was so nice. Yet I totally forgot about the fact that the younger kids in their family had all had an SV over the past week or so. When I eventually did remember this, it justincreased my anxiety tenfold.
I actually left the party early because I'd come over so panicked! Anyway...its been a good 8 or so hours, and I feel fine...just...annoyed, and dissappointed in myself for ruining a perfectly good day.![]()