The flight to Paris was long (15 hours!) but they gave us pajamas, and we played some games to pass the time. I tried to sleep as much as I could, but didn't have much luck.
Everybody decided to meet down in Brandi's room for fireworks. I came out on the deck at Brandi's room that night, I was exhausted. I just didn't feel like myself. When Kyle called my room I told her I would be right up. I didn't feel so good. My stomach was hurting and I felt nauseous. I didn't know why. I barely slept the night before we left L.A. It had a been a long day of travelling. Still something felt wrong. I just wasn' myself and I had trouble focusing and staying alert. I was on 24 hours of no sleep.
What you didn't see is the morning after our first day, I called a doctor to come check on me. It turns out I had brought the wrong medication with me on the trip!! I had been taking it since I left L.A. Throughout the entire stay in Paris, I just didn't look or feel right. I wasn't my spunky self and my personality just wasn't me. It wasn't until I returned home that I was aware of this.