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All because of that darn rascally mussel. I was out and about the town on Monday and had some mussels and frites at the Beligum beer bar. But of course, it just takes one mussel totally flip your stomach. When I got home I end up regurgitating everything till about 3:30 in the morning. It wasn’t a pretty sight. I will of course spare you the details. Probably the most frightening thing was the fact I almost passed out in my bathroom floor after praying to the porcelain gods. I don’t know how bulimics do it. Seriously, my esophagus is in pure pain. Literally, for at least 2 days I was afraid to eat any food. Considering I couldn’t hold anything down for more than 2 minutes. Today, I finally been able to have some solid food. And can I say I’m really psyched. But I’m still a little bit queasy. My body is still adjusting. Solids, please.