This weekend was crazy, but I was proud of the way that I handled a couple of situations that happened...We went back to the ranch for my SIL's wedding this weekend. First off my little puppy (see picture) got into rat poison on the farm!!! I had to give him hydrogen peroxide to make him throw it up. He threw up repeatedly for about 30 miuntes. I was so worried about him that I was crying, but the v* didn't bother me at all, I just felt so bad for him. The other thing that happened was that there were like 10 of us crowded into a house over the weekend. One of the other bridesmaids told me that she was sick and v* once in the middle of the night and had d* the entire next day. She said that she thought that it was from the rehersal food. Nobody else got sick, but I didn't even worry when she told me that (unusual for me). I slept in the same bed the next night, didn't change the sheets, lysol or anything anf didn't worry much about it. I don't know if I am out of the clear or not, but I don't really care. I have been thinking about v* a lot lately and having a rough time with my emet so I was proud of these little triumphs.