Yesterday afternoon I became really ill. I was at work and went to the bathroom, then came our flushed and weak. I work at a Plasma center so there are nurses on site. I sat down with one and my BP dropped to 90/60. Then the cool sweat came and I reached for an emesis bag, and violently throw up for the next five minutes. Needless to say I went home and rested the day and that night. I took the next day off as some symptoms lingered.
I offerred unto The Morrighan a taste of Bailey's Irish Cream along with an annointed candle and incense. My work was short today with her as I invoked and spoke to her of my steps upon her labryinth. Also as I consider my future in taking welding program at a local college, my fears and insecurities arose in being strong enough at my age or having enough to get by as I embark on this quest. I was assured and felt the message, "go with the flow, and be open to inspiration in the smallest of things, all will be well."
I'll leave it at that and keep it simple, as I tend to over analyze issues and make them more than they are.