I got on a plane and went to a place where I wasn’t sick. For two weeks. no blogs, no therapists, no doctor’s visits, no support groups.

I walked the streets of London, kicked it’s ass actually. I ate curry and drank tea and got rained on and rode the bus and saw a few plays. It was wonderful. 

We’re about to land in Houston and I’m about to be sick again. Houston is where I’m sick.  Shit.