And then came the sick. It started yesterday. I'm not exactly sure what brought it on, but I have been in, on, or around the toilet for over 24 hours now. Ugh. I am wicked tired, because I'm sure I'm dehydrated, and all I want to do is take a nap. I really want to make it to work, though, because I've missed the past... well, two days and change. Not terrible.
But it seems like I always get sick when I get back from vacation. My boss jokes about it and says that I'm allergic to vacation, but I think I'm allergic to work. I'm afraid they think that I'm faking it, but something always happens...
Ok, not always. But I went to California for a couple of days in December, and was home for a week with the worst flu I've had since I was a little kid (raging fever, delirium, chest congestion, ugh). And now, this. I didn't miss any work besides... you know... the work I knew I was going to miss anyway... after New York.
But this isn't fun play hookie sick. This is, hey, I get to play my X-Box for five minutes before I have to go hang over the potty again sick. My tummy keeps talking to me and telling me it hates me. And I just want to nap.... Ugh.
It's getting better. I haven't spewed anything from any orifice in about a half hour now, but my tummy is angry and I don't want to call out...
It's only 10:30...
Grr....
1 comments:
Feel better...you poor thing.
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