neverbeencool

Reporting to you live from what will hopefully soon be my deathbed…

After a few glorious hours of store-brand-Nyquil-induced coma-sleep, I was feeling a bit better this morning. Got up, showered as normal… No appetite still, so no Kashi Golean Crunch for Our Hero, but felt noticeably better than I did the day before.

Didn’t last.

Halfway into the drive in, started feeling dizzy and nauseous again. By the time I got to the office, I could only focus on the pavement a few feet in front of my ride. Feels a lot like when you’ve had one too many and try to drive yourself home.

Not that I would do that or condone such irresponsible behavior.

Anyway.

Parked in the garage under the building and nearly puked in the turbo elevators (they should really have a ’slow and steady’ option on those things).

Receptionist told me I didn’t look well. Coworker told me I should go back home. Twenty minutes later, I did.

And here I am, in bed, like I have been for most of the past seven hours (except for the thirty minutes I spent downstairs watching some Spongebob with Ani).

Yes, Ani. The three year old who was sooooo looking forward to going to see the doggies with her daddy today and whose little heart I’m probably breaking right now. That play started about twenty minutes ago, and I’m so very clearly not there with her.

One good thing came out of that, though. Silja discovered that they added another performance next Friday, so she bought us three front row tickets for that one.

About to try to go downstairs again. If the formatting, etcm on this post ends up all fucked up, it’s because I’m emailing it in from my Blackberry instead of typing it the normal way. I’ll fix any issues as soon as I’m well enough to sit at the computer.