This isn't fair!! (Obscenely long post)
So, if you haven't heard yet, today hasn't exactly been my cup of tea.
I spent more time over in Williard last night than I planned to and fell asleep after 2, getting about 6 hours of sleep.
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't find my tennis shoes. (I still can't find them.)
I had Dr. Corley's class this morning for two hours. My only energy was a pixy stick to wake me up and it did nothing. I didn't fall asleep, but the thought was very tempting.
I spent my normal lunch hour forking the lawn for Aids Awareness Month. It looks so cool: 150 forks shoved into the Campus Center Lawn. It was quite a workout, though.
From there, I went to my Aerobic class, having eaten only a pixy stick so far that day. The workout was more intense than previous ones. Even with cutting corners throughout the entire hour, I still finished last.
Katie advised that I eat something before taking my nap. I had a pudding cup before taking a great shower and a 2 hour nap.
After the nap, I woke up and tutored Katie for our math test tomorrow for about an hour, munching on a granola bar. Halfway through the session, I got the most horrible pains in my stomach. Wrenching pains, indescribable pains. I didn't know what they were. When I got back to my room, I put on a portable heat patch that I normally use for cramps. It always does the trick.
Then came dinner. I got a double of my comfort food: pasta with alfredo and garlic butter. I tossed my diet aside, just knowing that I had to put some kind of food in my system. I went to the table and was happy to see everyone there. I wasn't hungry, but I forced myself to eat. I had barely eaten anything all day and I knew I needed food.
All of a sudden, I realized that I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach. The heat patch was doing absolutely no good; it may have even been making things worse. I put my head in my hands and just stared at my dinner that I couldn't finish. I can't explain what I was feeling.
Mae came over and began to talk to me. I explained my day to her and started crying out of nowhere. I still don't know why. As I continued to tell her what was going on (and while she gave me a very nice shoulder massage), I checked my watch and noticed that I had to leave for choir and an APO meeting in the next fifteen minutes. After hearing the rest of my story, she diagnosed me with a "mental breakdown" from too much stress.
I realized that I wasn't going to be able to sit through choir and APO. I excused myself from the table, feeling horrible about being so impolite. Everyone muttered their "get well"s while Mae came with me upstairs to my room. I e-mailed choir and APO and explained what was going on as best as I could. Mae left me her phone numbers and left so I could climb into bed and take a well-deserved nap.
That was at 6:30. I made myself some tea, called Mike, and climbed into bed. I put on "Ocean's Eleven" and ended up watching the whole movie. I got down off of my bed and went to my computer for a minute. I got an IM from Mike, the best part of my evening. It said, "I hope you feel better when you wake up and read this. I love you." Then I climbed back into my bed and took a nap. 30 minutes.
I woke up about 5 minutes before Jena came back from Jess' room. She went to make her phone calls and I put on my "Dreams of Angels" CD, my guaranteed way to fall asleep. The CD played for the whole hour.
And I'm still awake. I have been tossing and turning since the end of my nap. I know I need to get to sleep, but I can't fall asleep. I've tried lying down in every possible position. I've tried the covers on and off.
And so I sit here with another cup of chocolate pudding and write this post in hopes that I will be getting tired as I write it. It is now 12:02am. I am looking at no more than 7 hours of sleep before my Math class tomorrow, where I have to take an hour exam that I have been helping Katie study for. I won't be able to nap afterwards because I have to finish homework for Dr. Wahlstrom's class. Following her class, I have an hour before ECE, followed directly by observing. THEN I have free time...for the rest of the night.
Fourteen more hours until I can sit back, relax, and smell the roses.
Until then...I continue to suffer.