Vacation... FROM HELL

Most people go on vacation to have fun. Apparently, I go on vacation to get as stressed as possible. As most of you know, I went to the Cayman Islands with my sister and my mom. All was going fine and good until we left for the vacation. Since I had the flu the past couple days I had a really acidic stomach. Being I live in a family of doctors my mom hands me a protonix. Here, take this. Okay, good plan. Then I ate some yogurt. About 15 minutes later I was having some problems breathing and my eyelids were all swollen. Kind of like quasimodo. Aka, Hot. But after some benadryl and allegra D and inhalers, I was doing okay. Besides the skin rash and the quasimodo eyes. Everyone in the airport was all looking at me like, 'meth addict.' Then my sister took a picture to savor the moment.
While on the plane I was a ridiculously Gassy mcgee. Where did I sit? Oh, you know, the middle seat. The farts weren't really smelly, but I was so bloated it was like I was prego. Prego with gas. Ass.
Then we got to houston tx, where we had to wait about 5 hours until our next plane. We spent most of our time looking for a way out of the airport. It's like a maze in that a irport. IT's like once you get in, you can never get out. Once we found an exit, after being directed by 4 different people, we went outside. Which we thought would be refreshing and sunny, and it was actually just a parking ramp with smoking people. So we went back inside through all of security again.
When we got to the cayman islands it was all warm and amazing. We got there around 6:30 pm, so didn't have much time to do anything except get our car and go to the condo we were staying at.
So we got our car and when we opened the door we realized the steering wheel was on the other side. All of the driving was backwards. It was like being in England. My sister was the one driving so I just laughed and took a picture of her trying not to kill us. Pretty cool.
Well we got to the hotel, and basically just went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and stepped on that headband. AGAIN. You think I would have thrown it away in anger. BUt no, I kept it, only to step on it AGAIN, and puncture my foot. AGain. Wangs.
This is taking too long to write and I am sick and want to go to bed. SO here is the quick quick version of the rest of the vacation.

-met this guy snorkeling who was a scuba diving instructor. He asked me on a date. Mom thought it would be a good idea to date him. So I did. Went scuba diving. Was fun. Got back. Went to dinner, then danced. Except he kept saying we'll get a ride home at midnight... which turned out to keep getting later and later and later because everyone who is in the caribbean is all like... '' pfffffff.... we'll get it done when it gets done.. no worries.' So I didn't get home til 2:30. Sarah + Mom = pissed at me for good reason. Then at 3:30 that same night we got robbed. Purses, gone. My laptop gone. Sister's digital camera with most of our pictures, gone. And most importantly, my mom 's passport, gone. From then on vacation turned into vacation hell. The whole day was spent in different government offices, getting passport pictures, going to the airport, etc.
I also have to mention that losing your passport in the caribbean sucks because once again, everyone is like, 'you will be fine. You will just have to stay here another 5 days in the nice warm sunshine until the emergency passport is ready.' Well, Listen up assholes. F that idea. We don't want to stay on the stealing mcgee island. We don't want to be here another 5 days, and spend another 2,000 on a hotel to stay here. We want to go home. Straight up.
Turns out after we rushed around and made ourselves sick to get this emergency passport made, we didn't even need to get it. We just needed pictures of my mom's drivers license, birth certificate, and her old passport numer (stolen one) to get back into the US. That would have been nice to know. STupid cayman's.
Anyways, more happened after that. I have pneumonia now, and I will write abou t it later when I'm not a sick coughy snotty scratchy voice tired face.

vacation!!!!!

TOday at 4am I leave with my mum and sister to go to the cayman islands!! YAY!!!! not here!!! yay!!!
I'm pretty excited for it. I had the flu for the past 5 days. Which was a pretty awesome time to be sick when it's your b-day. Ohh well.. THen while I was sick I was running to the BR to forcefully vomit, when I stepped on one of my headbands. THe headbands that are like the combs. SO, that impaled itself into my heel. I didn't realize I had stepped on anything and I heard a funny noise. Then I realized. Oh shit, I just punctured my headband/comb into my foot. IDiot. Then I was hobbling to the bathroom to throw up after that. Today I woke up with a really swollen eye. I looked in the mirror and thought I saw quazimodo on the other side. Hilarious. Then I hunched my back and walked up to my mom and was all, 'Master!' She didn't think it was that funny. She just said, 'what's wrong with your eye?' I thought it was funny. Well. I'm going to go workout for the first time in like 6 days. I can't remember the last time I took a 6 day work-out break. pretty cool. That's all. Nothin new. Leaving in 16 hours. HOlllllaaaa