What is Rebecca supposed to do? NOT eat goat cheese pizza?

What Rebecca did yesterday, for reasons that remain unknown (warning: grossness ahead)...

• Ate one meal, breakfast, around 7:30 am.
•  Took a shower in the middle of the day (which I never do, and you wouldn't either, if students and teachers were walking by outside the door).
• Tried to get to the school nurse's office while dizzy, nauseous, and wearing no glasses or contacts. Walked into a wall. In front of students.
• Banged on the walls between my room and Sarah's and Heather's rooms, in an unsuccessful call for help. Sarah wasn't in her room at the time and Heather just wondered what the hell I was doing. But boy did they feel bad later. I guilt-tripped them for all it was worth.
• Prayed for death, also unsuccessful.
• Gripped my sink so hard I almost pulled it loose from the wall.
• Threw up three separate times around 3:30 pm. It was yesterday's breakfast and lunch from the day before, and it was very easy to identify.
• Learned the French word for to vomit.

Edit: I forgot to mention that today, April 23, is SHIRLEY TEMPLE'S 80th BITRHDAY! Yes, her 80th! And this entry's title is an almost verbatim line from me to Marlene last December, when she couldn't believe that I walked to the grocery store in the rain just to buy a goat cheese pizza. "Well, what am I supposed to do, Marlene? Not eat goat cheese pizza?" When Nathalie came to see me while I was sick yesterday, she said, "Don't eat any goat cheese pizzas for a while. I mean it."