Happy 26th...I guess?

So, I've been somewhat dreading today for several reasons. 

1). It's my 26th birthday. I have officially reached past my first quarter-of-a-century. It honestly feels a tad weird. 

2). This is my third birthday away from my friends and family. Yes, I know I'm 26 and birthdays don't "really matter" after 21. But I still love birthdays, and I want to celebrate with the ones I love.

3). I'm not even with Mr. Ruby and the pups. I'm traveling and spending my day with strangers. 

However, today went much worse than I expected. 

Now, we all know that I'm accident prone and a magnet for awkward/embarrassing situations. Well, today was on a different level. 

Let's just say instead of celebrating properly:

I spent the last half of my birthday with this guy:

Yep. Happy Birthday.

To make a long story short, I am currently with another recruiter who I don't really know that well. We were on our way to give a presentation...when it happened. 

My stomach made a horrible gurgle noise and literally felt like 45 bricks dropped. 

I started sweating. 

Then, I panicked. 

I yelled, "I HAVE to find a bathroom"!

My poor recruiter gave me a worried look and directed me to a bathroom...about 2 blocks away (because we were on an enormous campus). 

I ran to the bathroom. Spent about 15 minutes in utter misery. 

I exited the bathroom in a puddle of sweat and with my face completely flushed. 

We then proceeded to the room where we were to give a 45 minute presentation to a group of students. I can't explain how nervous I was. Between the time we entered the room and the time our presentation was over, I left four times. Yes, four. 

I was BEGGING God to give me the strength to make it through the presentation. He did. He helped me through it...but I was in total pain. And was sweating bullets. 

Then, on the way back to the hotel, I had to stop 2 times and run into random coffee shops. 

So awkward. 

Hopefully this isn't a sign for how 26 is gonna go....