Oh dear somethingorother..
*groans*
How is it possible to be this sick, and still live?
I woke up at 2am this morning, Running a hot/cold fever, and a stuffy head. Thinking not much of it, I took a couple of head cold pills,
and went back to bed, and subsequent delirium. Four hours later, when I was getting up for work, I convinced myself I -was- indeed well enough to work, and even if I wasn't, my bosses would have a hard time believing me sick on New Year's eve. They -were- however, impressed by my grit when I got through it all, and left early.
Woot for me.
I slept most of the afternoon, unable to get out of bed once I got in there, and having taken possibly everything manufactured to counter these symptoms,
Allopathic or Other. My entire body was in pain, I'm still slightly feverish, and my head is still stuffy.
My mother, however, is not stupid. Of this, I am aware. There is great Power in that One.
When I burst into a sobbing crying fit after watching a mushy movie with her. She simply looked at me and said "Dear, you really need to stop repressing things. If it's over, It's over. Let it go. No wonder you're sick.."
Of course, I denied it, because I honestly couldn't think of how it might be tied to all -that-, but thinking of it alone in my room later, I cried even harder. Again. I hate it when she might be right. Because mostly, she is hardly ever -wrong..- >.<
I felt better for it after, though.
I'm able to walk again now, the head is only -slightly- cottony, and the fever has broken, reduced to a temperature. I still feel weak and heavy.
Although in happier news, I have visitors for new years. -Glee-
How is it possible to be this sick, and still live?
I woke up at 2am this morning, Running a hot/cold fever, and a stuffy head. Thinking not much of it, I took a couple of head cold pills,
and went back to bed, and subsequent delirium. Four hours later, when I was getting up for work, I convinced myself I -was- indeed well enough to work, and even if I wasn't, my bosses would have a hard time believing me sick on New Year's eve. They -were- however, impressed by my grit when I got through it all, and left early.
Woot for me.
I slept most of the afternoon, unable to get out of bed once I got in there, and having taken possibly everything manufactured to counter these symptoms,
Allopathic or Other. My entire body was in pain, I'm still slightly feverish, and my head is still stuffy.
My mother, however, is not stupid. Of this, I am aware. There is great Power in that One.
When I burst into a sobbing crying fit after watching a mushy movie with her. She simply looked at me and said "Dear, you really need to stop repressing things. If it's over, It's over. Let it go. No wonder you're sick.."
Of course, I denied it, because I honestly couldn't think of how it might be tied to all -that-, but thinking of it alone in my room later, I cried even harder. Again. I hate it when she might be right. Because mostly, she is hardly ever -wrong..- >.<
I felt better for it after, though.
I'm able to walk again now, the head is only -slightly- cottony, and the fever has broken, reduced to a temperature. I still feel weak and heavy.
Although in happier news, I have visitors for new years. -Glee-