Yesterday afternoon I was carted off by the paramedics to the hospital. I don't remember what happened, only what people have told me and it is quite upsetting/frustrating/sad.

Let's go back to the beginning. Saturday night/early Sunday, I went to work to do my paper route. At 3 am I started feeling nauseous. I pulled over, threw up, and went on my merry way. I didn't think much of it because sometimes I throw up when cold air hits my lungs (even though it wasn't cold) and I breath heavy. I did my route. Had to pee more than usual, but figured I must've drank more than usual (non-alcoholic). Got to the end of my route, the apartments. Started throwing up more. I think 4 times and then dry heaves. Had a granola bar to see if that helped. Drove home. Was going to go to church but asked Felix to let me sleep a half hour so I could shake whatever was going on.

I decided not to go to church, but sent Felix ahead of me. At 10 a.m. I woke up, felt guilty I didn't go to church, went to bathroom. Had the runs, peed and then threw up bile, a lot of it, into the tub. Felt less guilty about church, went back to bed. Repeated the process 3 more times.

Felix came back, brought me orange juice (ain't he an awesome boyfriend). I drank a glass and a half and went back to bed. Felix felt I was getting warm and left to get a thermometer. That's when the fun came.

I got up about 2 (this is what people told me). I chased my roommate out of the house because I didn't know who he was, threatened him, and started calling for my cousin Mike. He left, I didn't know what house I was in and sat in the front room. Felix came back. I didn't know who he was, I didn't know exactly who I was (there was no Katie :( and I thought it was 1993. I didn't know I was a writer, thought a wrestling summer camp was coming up and thought I was in Dunedin instead of Tampa. Forgot I was a writer, didn't know what the word transsexual was, mistook a cellphone for a gameboy. Scared the hell out of Felix and he called 911.

Paramedics came. I insisted it was 1993. Heard I challenged a few to wrestle and was carted off to the hospital. Continued to think it was 1993, didn't know where I was even though I was told several times. Was run through tests, and then given some major antibiotics. After 5 hours I "woke up". Didn't know how I got in the hospital or what happened the 5 hours prior. I don't know if I remember anything or if I was just told and remember being told.

I am worried. Why 1993? That was before a lot happened and I had a lot more direction and certainty then. Why did I forget about Katie? Is my body rejecting the hormones and the notion that I am fem? How do I get the 5 hours back or do I really want them?

So I'm back home and I'll be fine. I got pills for the runs and I'll be back at work. My job wasn't upset that I missed a day, which is cool and I'll be back at it again. I will ask people to keep an eye on me.

Thanks.