I almost threw up in church...again.
Last week it happened too.
This week I made it till after the Lord's Prayer before having to sneakily run out of the sanctuary and into the bathroom where I covered my face in soggy, scratchy paper towels and layed on the floor. And let me tell you that bathroom is not the greatest.
I never actually tossed my cookies, but I did miss communion. Something seems wrong when I actually make it to church but don't get communion.
Should I be worried about this? Are we in some kind of spirtual peril?
Really I think the problem is the crowded, warm building. The sitting up then standing up then sitting, then standing then knelling. Also I CAN NOT go 45 min without eating or drinking. So next week I'm packing some snacks and a water.
Seriously little bird, let me make it through mass!
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I'm trying to remember...what was the name of Rosemary's baby?
That was my first thought too. "Great, I'm carrying Rosemary's baby."
Next week, I'm taking communion if Michael has to prop me up to do it! That and I'm bringing snacks.
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