I made my deposit into the porcelain bank, and lay back down. I rolled over, and the room rolled over with me. I thought briefly that I ought to call in sick, but didn't. I figured it would pass, so I got up and went to work as usual. I kept expecting to feel better, but I felt worse as the day went on. Every time I turned to pick up a part, the plant turned with me. By 6:30, I'd already made 7 mad dashes to the bathroom, so I decided to take the better part of valor and come on home.
I told Supervisor, "I've got to go", and by the time I made it to my car, I felt so bad I was crying. If you know me at all, then that will tell you how very badly I felt. I needed to get gas, but said it could wait. I needed to go pay my house note, too, but said it could wait. I needed to go to the store, but said it could wait until Monday.
I came straight home and got into the bed. About 3 hours and 47 trips to the bathroom later, I felt well enough to sit up and eat a bowl of oatmeal, some leftover chicken salad, and two Klondike bars. I moved to the recliner and caught up on Survivor and NCIS. I'm starting to feel a little bit better. The mad dashes to the bathroom have tapered off, but I still feel weak and dizzy headed. I signed up to work overtime tomorrow, but if I still feel lightheaded in the morning, I may just take that point and take another day off.
On the bright side, my Whatever Cactus is blooming again.
It's an absolutely beautiful day outside -- warm, but not too hot, and sunshiney. It'd be a great day to work out in the yard, if I weren't stuck inside being sick.
On the other hand, if I weren't sick, I'd be at work, so I still wouldn't be able to enjoy the outside.
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