19 March
Well, yesterday certainly was interesting. And that's "interesting" in the "really really horrible" term of the word.
I woke up with a bit of a dicky tummy, I wasn't sure why, I didn't think I had eaten anything particularly bad the night before, but it was bothering me anyway, because my tummy does exactly what it feels like doing and doesn't want to hear any lip about it.
So, I felt a little sick to my stomach, but not actually sick, so it never occurred to me to stay home.
When I got to work, the Girl Scout cookies that I ordered before Weight Watchers, that'll show you how long ago that was, had arrived, and though I had been too borderline nauseous to have breakfast, I thought I'd have one Thin Mint. And I did, have one Thin Mint. About an hour or two later, I was starting to wish I was dead.
"You poisoned me with your Thin Mints!"
"Who eats chocolate when they feel sick?"
"It was only one! And it was waffer theen!"
But, like Mr. Creosote, the effect was startlingly similar. O, I didn't actually explode, but I was as close as you get in real life. Though I would get closer in the hours to come! Now is probably the time to stop reading if the description of other people's illnesses makes you ill yourself, like the pie eating contest in Stand By Me.
At 3p I went home, really kind of hoping that I would get there before any real messes, because I know they'd never let me on the van again if I were sick all over it, and I'd have to walk to Manhattan every day, which would be a hardship.
I did actually make it, and things were okay. I felt pretty bad, but not so bad that I thought I'd be physically ill, I mean, no more than I had been already. An hour later, I realized just exactly how wrong a person could be. I started feeling really dizzy and queasy, and I thought I'd lie down, then I thought I'd better sit up, and then I was sick everywhere.
On myself, on my clothes, on my bed, on the floor of my bedroom, on the clean clothes on the floor of my bedroom, and, as I found out later to my horror, I about half filled one of my shoes.
Immediately after I was done, I felt great! There's a reason why you through up, and that's because whatever it is, it's better out than in, so I was all clear-eyed and energized and I got into the shower immediately and I was feeling fine and everything was great, and the hot water was washing over me, and about fifteen minutes into the shower, I was sick again. Being sick in a shower is great, makes for easy clean-up, and it's completely out of sight in seconds, I recommend it highly. But I did realize that this wasn't over yet.
I had no paper towels, so I went upstairs to borrow a roll, but they were out, only having paper napkins. Now, they certainly were better than nothing, but they fell apart at a moments notice, not much for scrubbing are paper napkins.
I didn't find this out right away, though, because first I had to sit and stare. This is the main drawback of living alone, if you are quite elaborately ill everywhere in sight, you are also the one that has to clean it up, and if you were sick in your bed and you want to lie down in your bed, you need to do something about it.
I had to rest up, then start cleaning up, making a pile of clothes and sheets to wash, stuffing napkins in the show I will more than likely end up throwing out, and scrubbing my futon with handfuls of disintegrating napkins. Then I went to bed. At 6.15p.
And boy howdy, was it ever a long dark night of, if not the soul, certainly the physical. I spiked a huge temperature, high even for me who gets fevers so easily, but my hands and feet were freezing cold. I would put my hands against my lower back, and you could practically see the steam rise.
I ached like crazy, it was like when everyone had fever 'n' ague in Little House, I moaned with every breath, I would wake up every couple of hours and go to the bathroom or half-watch some TV. Example of how sick I was? I laughed at Dick Clark's All Star Bloopers. However, I wasn't sick enough to find Everyone Loves Raymond amusing, so clearly I wasn't completely deranged.
At 4.45a I was still sick to my stomach. Still! And, as I realize that I have not yet mentioned, I had to go into work today no matter what because The Raccoon was not going to be there! I figured that if I actually could not walk I'd stay home, but otherwise I really had to go in. And early, no less.
And the alarm rang at 7a, and I felt fine. A little weak and shaky, but not bad, and even a little hungry! I had a bagel, and kept it in and I could go to work without courting disaster.
One of these days, I really need to get my stomach checked out.
Today's
horoscope:
Your moods vary a lot at work today: from totally dedicated to laughing and kicking back. Be aware of when the boss is watching!
One year ago today:
"No, I'm the girl from Titanic!"
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