Feb 23, 2013 17:58
So I seem to have caught some sort of bug. Likely via my friends' wedding last weekend, or from working in food service and being exposed to dirty germy people all day long. One or the other. Either way, I went home Thursday feeling craptacular, took a hot hot bath that I almost fell asleep in, then spent the next few hours in bed watching The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. (Yes, I've succumbed.) Palmer was nice enough to get us comfort food - chicken soup and mashed potatoes - after which I stumbled back to bed and fell asleep.
Friday started out ok - I woke up feeling much better, and figured that I'd beaten what must have been a 24 hour bug. And then. I felt progressively worse at work, until even customers were asking if I was alright. Was finally able to go home at noon, and I promptly fell into bed. Woke up around 430 because my cats are demons, fed them, then watched more LBD. Palmer came home, we ordered food, and I stayed up to the very late hour of 10pm.
Woke up at 7 this morning, couldn't go back to sleep. Didn't want to wake Palmer, so I moved out to the couch, where I read a book and surfed the internet, and generally tried not to feel crappy. Palmer woke up eventually and made us breakfast with my direction. Egg in a hole. He'd never had egg in a hole! What kind of childhood is that? Anyhow, having been introduced to the deliciousness, we enjoyed breakfast, watched Community, and then Palmer headed off to his day of board games with the guys. I've been surfing the internet and occasionally mustering up the energy to do things like fold laundry, do more laundry, and then fold that as well. Interspersed with intensive couch sitting and lots of water.
The frustrating this is, I don't feel awful. I just don't feel right. And I don't feel right enough that I kinda have to just sit here. Because if I exert myself too much (doing laundry, taking out the recycling) I feel like crap and I have to go sit down again until the dizziness goes away. Not so much fun. But. I have been hoarding energy all day so that we can go out to dinner with a friend who's visiting from out of town. I will make it through dinner, and then I will come back here and sit on the couch some more. And try to not be terribly jealous of the Smiths v Cure dance party they're going to at the Black Cat. If laundry made me dizzy, a dance party at the Black Cat would almost certainly kill me.
On the plus side, I now have a lot of clean clothes. Yay!
my body hates me