Death Warmed Over
Yesterday’s posting was automated.
I make this startling admission because I have felt like death warmed over since Monday morning. I rolled out of bed at my usual time and was covered in a cold sweat before I’d made it to my bedroom door. It was literally like someone had poured a bucket of water over me. I was drenched from head to foot. Then, things got worse…
Since I didn’t eat anything strange or even possibly bad Sunday, I can only assume I had a stomache flu of some kind. It was, to put it mildly, unpleasant. I managed to eat all of a half-cup of Ramen noodles Monday night. I did manage better on liquids, but not much. Monday evening, at around 9:30PM or so, I had a tempurature just under 101 degrees. So, I took a fist-full of aspirin and went to bed.
Tuesday was much better, but still not good enough for work. I did manage to eat a bit more and the dog stopped giving me looks like “If you die, I will have to eat you to survive. I won’t like it, but, hey, it’s survival, buddy.” Of course, the fact that I filled her food dish again might have helped that. I did manage to get her into the car for a ride to the post office to drop off bills, though, and that made her think it was “play time” when we got home. Sadly, that little trip sapped all my energy and it was off to beddy-bye early.
I did stagger into the office close to on time today, but only barely. Every time the AC went on I got the chills and shakes. And all day I had that feeling like if I tried to burp I was going to spew. Oh, and I’ve felt all bloated like a sick cow that you’d have to cut the side open on or they’ll die. Other than that, though, all back to normal.
