Yesterday I came down with some kind of bug, feeling worse and worse as the day went on. At first I thought it was just my sinuses, but gradually I became more and more nauseated, and tired. And achy. I spent half of the afternoon laying on the couch, and the other half wandering around the house in a fog, trying to feel better. I wondered if I had eaten something that I shouldn’t have, or if I might be coming down with the flu.
By evening, I was so nauseated that I didn’t even feel like I’d be able to eat dinner. This, my friends, is a major thing. (“Unfortunately”, I’m always able to eat.) My sister spent two hours roasting vegetables and making a beautiful pasta dish (with homemade garlic bread) for dinner, and I was only able to eat a serving size that would be appropriate for a one-year-old before I decided it was best to throw in the towel and go to bed.
It was 7:30.
For the next several hours I fell in and out of sleep as I struggled with cold sweats, extreme nausea, and thoughts that I was, perhaps, dying. I honestly can’t remember the last time I felt that bad.
I’m not quite as nauseated today, but still don’t feel like myself. I have spent the day laying around on the couch with Roxie, who seems to love that I’m actually sitting still for once. And sitting still I am. I’m not working; in fact, I just opened up my laptop for the first time since yesterday around 4:00 (to 96 new emails: zoinks!). I’m not reading, I’m not doing anything except dozing and watching tv. It feels glorious.
Speaking of glorious…I’m closing my laptop back up. I’ve got a date with “Pretty in Pink”.