Between Tracy’s visit, the coconut napples, the concerts, the ice cream, and the food…ohmygod! Nonstop migraines (not Tracy’s fault, mind you) and nausea have plagued me since the caramel frap I had after our Cold Stone Creamery binge. Not right after — there were a good eight hours between them.

I’m waking up in the middle of the night feeling queasy, and that’s never happened before. So off to the doctor I go, to find out whether I’m suffering some kind of diabetic distress or if I’m merely under too much pressure. Anxiety, you see, manifests itself in very strange ways. Then again it could all be part of the thyroid imbalance, or eye strain from too much gaming

The visit with Tracy was fab! She’s awesome company, and our jaunt through Waikiki was tons of fun. We shopped, we drank frilly non-alcoholic beverages with umbrellas, we chatted on the balcony of her hotel room. Cyd had a great time at her Thursday night sleepover and mom enjoyed spending time with all of us at the Moiliili (Moy-eel-ee-eel-ee) Fair. We should do this again, minus the four-year waiting period. Love ya, ‘ster!