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sick, sick, sick

I swear, I think that job is killing my immune system.  Or my mind/body stress reaction is in overdrive.  Or both.

Woke up shortly after one this morning with massive stomach cramps.  I knew it couldn't be anything I ate, because Kent made us yummy burgers and he was fine (aside from sleeping like a log--oh, the snoring!--and night long provolone cheese farts, because he is incapable of having burgers without cheese).  Spent the rest of the night trying to determine which end went into the toilet.

Now, here's the part where I begin to doubt my sanity:  I still got up at five, determined to tough it out at work. See, I left in a bit of a pissy mood yesterday, because some dipshit who made the schedule had two of our 4:30 people scheduled on the same day, so we had to stay and pick up the slack (also, they didn't show up until 5:30, and proceeded to dick around out front until I frog marched there asses back to MC) and I was afraid they'd think I'd be calling out just to be a bitch.  N

Why do I even care at this point?

Anyway, despite feeling like shit AND knowing, with my symptoms, I am expected to stay home, I made my way to the bus stop any way.

When you miss your bus because you are heaving into a trashcan, that's a pretty clear sign from the Universe.

Thankfully, I got my favorite med tech and she basically told me to get my ass to bed and she'd deal with management.  <3  C is 15 years older than I am, and I think she sees something of herself in me.  She knows how hard I work, and has voiced numerous times how much that worries her.

So today was pretty much spent in bed.  I managed to hold down some tea and toast while watching a rerun of The Chew and whimpering that Clinton Kelly wasn't here to make *me* checken orzo soup (definitely trying that recipe).  And no phone calls from work, so I guess she put everyone in their places.

Dreading tomorrow, but when do I not?  AND I'm working on my birthday.  Feh.  This is NOT how I wanted to spend my 45th birthday week.

In better news, I WILL be taking the first 5 days of June off (the 2nd and 3rd are my weekend off anyway, and I have 2 vacation days left, so that covers most of it.  And if I don't get it after putting in the paperwork waaaay far in advance, all hell is gonna break loose).  Memberships and train tickets have been purchased, hotel room has been booked...and ConCarolinas, here we come!  *bounce*

After last year, the spousebeast and I decided this will be a combo birthday gift for me/non-relative involved trp for us...and his way of making up for the money he spends on Brokeback Fantasy Football Extravaganza and Jamboree (Now with Tiki Bar!) every fall.  I can live with that.

Okay...back to bed for me.  Happy (?) Tuesday everyone!


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 22nd, 2018 11:01 pm (UTC)
Aah, sorry you're not feeling well AND that you have to work on your birthday.
May. 23rd, 2018 12:35 am (UTC)
Hope you're feeling better soon!
May. 23rd, 2018 07:44 am (UTC)
I never thought I'd write that sentence, but I'm glad you heaved into a trash can. Actually, I'm glad that made you go back to bed. Get well soon!!!
May. 23rd, 2018 08:57 am (UTC)
I hope you feel better soon.

I bet you are looking forward to those five days off!!!!!
May. 23rd, 2018 02:32 pm (UTC)
Oh god that sounds horrible! Feel better soon!
May. 23rd, 2018 03:15 pm (UTC)
ye gods, that sort of sounds like a lesser version of what I had over the weekend. I hope you are feeling better by now.
May. 23rd, 2018 05:25 pm (UTC)
:o( I really hope you're feeling a lot better soon.

I'm sorry you're having to work on your birthday. That sucks.
May. 23rd, 2018 06:52 pm (UTC)
Remember to put the chicken wing diaper in the broth for a while - he swears it makes it taste better. ~healing~
May. 23rd, 2018 08:51 pm (UTC)
Feel better soon.
May. 27th, 2018 08:40 am (UTC)
Yikes, I sure hope you are feeling better now.
May. 27th, 2018 11:23 pm (UTC)
hope you feel better soon
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