I didn't post anything for Things I Love Thursday because there was nothing I loved about yesterday.
Yesterday morning I left work at 10:00 a.m. because I felt sicker than a dog and could barely function. Every time I stood up, I felt dizzy and had to lean on my desk or a cubicle wall for support. I finally told a co-worker that I was miserable and needed to go home, apologizing profusely that he was going to have to monitor the mail and production schedule in my absence.
But of course, my car has been in the shop all week and I've been relying on Clay to cart me around like Driving Miss Daisy. So I had to call him away from his new job and make him drive my sickly body back home. I don't know if I was delirious from my illness, stressed out or a combination of the two, but I burst into tears on the car ride home because I felt like my being sick was inconveniencing everyone.
I went home and slept for three hours (having every intention of not being a lazy, sick weakling and doing some house work later), but then spent the rest of the afternoon laying on the couch willing myself not to throw up or mess my pants. It was awful. And I have no idea what was/is wrong with me. My symptoms started on Wednesday and then it was only a matter of my having to use the bathroom all the time. I thought maybe I was starting to get a UTI or passing another kidney stone, but other than the frequent urge to go, I had no other pain.
Then, on Thursday I woke up with a stuffy nose and felt light-headed and sick to my stomach. It was all down-hill from there.
I'm not sure if it was from the medicine I took before bed or what, but I had the weirdest dreams last night. I dreamt that I was at a tattoo parlor debating on whether or not I should get wings tattooed on my foot (I have no idea why), but then I told them I had to leave because I was expected to perform with the Glee cast in ten minutes. Then I lip-synced to some of their most popular songs and was all like, "Move over, Rachel Berry! There's a new star in town!"
I'm feeling a bit better today, although my stomach does have a dull achiness to it. I haven't really eaten anything in the past two days, and I'm scared to. Every time I try to eat a cracker or spoonful of soup, my stomach starts recoiling and I have to stop. So, I'm starving and nauseas at the same time.
I'm really hoping I perk up soon because Clay and I took a four-day weekend to head up to Chicago to watch the Atlanta Braves play the Cubs at Wrigley Field. This is his birthday present from way back in May and I'm so excited that the day is finally almost here! We have big plans to walk the Magnificent Mile, pretend we can afford things at Tiffany's, and chow down a deep-dish pizza at Gino's East. I've already got my Braves jersey laid out on my bed.
Does anyone else have any big plans for the weekend?