Junky?

I have strangely been sick for a whole 24 hours. And it's not been pleasant. It's a funny type of being sick, but a bad one. A being constantly nauseous, throwing up every half hour, splitting headache, shivering, lack of sleep, and delirious dream type kind of sick... during the odd hour that I managed to sleep. Doc says pregnant symptoms, but that is definitely not on. Why do docs keep not ruling pregnancy out even when you know for a fact and tell it to them like it is? Is it because my time window is getting smaller? Don't they realise that some women were not born to bear offspring? Duh, I can never understand this. What I have gone through in the past 24 hours is more like what a junky would go like once he'd come clean. But I am not into drugs, never have been. Perhaps it's the one intelligent decision I have made. Of course I have been offered them, of course I have seen my friends go high. But for some reason, they have failed to interest me. One part of that is that I figured that an addictive person like me would really end up becoming a junky. I am addicted to nicotine, to chocolate. And that's enough. Drugs... no thank you. Life's tough enough. And yes of course I've been laughed at for being a drug spoilsport. I didn't care, I wasn't going to become addicted to another thing like that. So I chose shoes instead, my guess is it's a much healthier option. And yet I am suffering like a junky. Which is so strange. And it makes me angry. I am not one to eagerly await Saturday night so that I can binge drink. I do not wait for parties so that I can swallow something to get high or low. I really don't know much about drugs, all I know, through the info relayed to me by those smart little people, that drugs interfere with your brain. Cool little people, cannot wait to see them again. And since my brain does not work quiet right anyway, something interfering with it.... it would make me go loony anyway. I can never understand why people binge-drink and binge-drug themselves. They are reduced to throwing up people. And throwing up is not nice. It hurts, and it makes me so scared. And although I've missed out on all of this, I am still feeling like... a junkie. Perhaps I am lacking sleep. But I'm scared to sleep because it's bringing on some heavy delirious dreaming. Perhaps I've just got the 24 hour virus and it'll all go away soon. I hope so. Because I'm no junky.