Adventures in ickiness
Jun. 29th, 2005 04:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cassaclyzmHad a weird night last night. I was feeling pretty damn good, slept fairly well (though it was really hot in my apartment), ate a good breakfast, did a workout, watched a movie with my folks. Then I got my shit together and left for work.
I started feeling crappy just before I left, and it only got worse. Wicked stomach pains, not-quite-nausea, a feverish feeling. I was early getting into work because I couldn't bear to step into McDonald's, even just to buy a salad. Hid in the bathroom for a bit and freaked out a little. I really couldn't pull it together emotionally. Couldn't imagine working another 10 hours like that, so I told the folks at work that I was heading back home.
Mum came and picked me up. She had to stop at the store for milk on the way back, and she bought me a black licorice cigar. "It's nice and fresh," she said. I love my mom.
I felt a bit better when I got home, but I was glad to have taken the night off. Slept pretty well. Have been feeling a bit down all day, but I've been determined to take care of myself and relax a bit. I ran a bubbly bath and listened to Supertramp while I soaked in my sardine-like tin of water. It felt really nice, cramped as it was. Water is good for me.
My house is slowly getting cleaner. I want to have it really spiffy for the week of my Birthday, when I may or may not have folks over for shinnanigans.
I started feeling crappy just before I left, and it only got worse. Wicked stomach pains, not-quite-nausea, a feverish feeling. I was early getting into work because I couldn't bear to step into McDonald's, even just to buy a salad. Hid in the bathroom for a bit and freaked out a little. I really couldn't pull it together emotionally. Couldn't imagine working another 10 hours like that, so I told the folks at work that I was heading back home.
Mum came and picked me up. She had to stop at the store for milk on the way back, and she bought me a black licorice cigar. "It's nice and fresh," she said. I love my mom.
I felt a bit better when I got home, but I was glad to have taken the night off. Slept pretty well. Have been feeling a bit down all day, but I've been determined to take care of myself and relax a bit. I ran a bubbly bath and listened to Supertramp while I soaked in my sardine-like tin of water. It felt really nice, cramped as it was. Water is good for me.
My house is slowly getting cleaner. I want to have it really spiffy for the week of my Birthday, when I may or may not have folks over for shinnanigans.
