Sick days~
Thursday I woke up and didn't feel too super... I had had a late dinner so I figured that it was just dinner disagreeing with me. I went to work knowing I might take another trip or two to the bathroom, but it wasn't really anything to worry about. It turned out it was more then one or two trips to the bathroom and I was feeling even less super than when I woke up.
My co-workers convinced me to go home around lunch time. I was feeling rather icky as I made my way into my van and pulled away from the curb, and grazed the bumper of the car in front of me... oops... No one ever really taught me how to parallel park, which is not a good move with the un-abundance of parking stalls allocated to my work. Anyway... I wold have done more damage to somebody trying to get back into my parking spot at that point and I'm sure he wouldn't have appreciated it if I lost last night's dinner on his tire while leaving my contact info... I drove off regretting my action, but I had other prorities at this point... It's wasn't really that bad a bump.. we only exchanged a tiny bit of paint.... Ironically... my driver's license arrived in the mail that day.
Once home, I slipped into my pajamas and crawled into bed... I'm not sure how much sleep I actually got, but I rested, and wasn't in the mood for much else. My whole body ached... it must have been some sort of flu bug. As the day progressed I found myself not even in the mood to stand for long periods of time. Around 8pm I was able to rid myself of the irritated contents of my stomach and still catch most of Ugly Betty afterwards. After that I want to bed... When I woke up around 12, I was still a little achy but def. getting better... when I woke up about 4am, I was still not feeling 100%, but was considering wether I should be going to work or not... I took the fact that I still had a bit of a temperature as a sign to stay home.
Friday, my dad came home from work around his lunchtime. He wasn't feeling too great either.. Sounded sort of like my problems only less so... On hindsight, it could be that he just complains less.
Saturday, I was feeling fine, but still had a little temperature so I didn't go out anywhere or go make up any hours at work.
Sunday, I wake up to my sister having stomach problems of her own. She was scheduled to go to work at 1 pm, but called in last minute feeling more miserable by the minute. Just like me and my dad... not too bad a first but getting worse once actually awake.
She has nicknamed my Typhiod Sally and is currently collapsed on the couch contemplating her revenge on me.
This week, my parents are going on a cruise with some other relatives, my mom is packing all the essential medications just in case she is next.
My co-workers convinced me to go home around lunch time. I was feeling rather icky as I made my way into my van and pulled away from the curb, and grazed the bumper of the car in front of me... oops... No one ever really taught me how to parallel park, which is not a good move with the un-abundance of parking stalls allocated to my work. Anyway... I wold have done more damage to somebody trying to get back into my parking spot at that point and I'm sure he wouldn't have appreciated it if I lost last night's dinner on his tire while leaving my contact info... I drove off regretting my action, but I had other prorities at this point... It's wasn't really that bad a bump.. we only exchanged a tiny bit of paint.... Ironically... my driver's license arrived in the mail that day.
Once home, I slipped into my pajamas and crawled into bed... I'm not sure how much sleep I actually got, but I rested, and wasn't in the mood for much else. My whole body ached... it must have been some sort of flu bug. As the day progressed I found myself not even in the mood to stand for long periods of time. Around 8pm I was able to rid myself of the irritated contents of my stomach and still catch most of Ugly Betty afterwards. After that I want to bed... When I woke up around 12, I was still a little achy but def. getting better... when I woke up about 4am, I was still not feeling 100%, but was considering wether I should be going to work or not... I took the fact that I still had a bit of a temperature as a sign to stay home.
Friday, my dad came home from work around his lunchtime. He wasn't feeling too great either.. Sounded sort of like my problems only less so... On hindsight, it could be that he just complains less.
Saturday, I was feeling fine, but still had a little temperature so I didn't go out anywhere or go make up any hours at work.
Sunday, I wake up to my sister having stomach problems of her own. She was scheduled to go to work at 1 pm, but called in last minute feeling more miserable by the minute. Just like me and my dad... not too bad a first but getting worse once actually awake.
She has nicknamed my Typhiod Sally and is currently collapsed on the couch contemplating her revenge on me.
This week, my parents are going on a cruise with some other relatives, my mom is packing all the essential medications just in case she is next.