“Dude, what is wrong with you??” January 25, 2005 ~ 11:09 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackbackLori just sent me an email, and the title above was the only thing in it. I laughed, because I was thinking the same damn thing.
I’ve had headaches for days now, possibly weeks, I don’t know for sure. I generally just work through them, or sleep them off, occasionally remembering that there is such a thing as Advil and taking it. Half the time I just don’t remember to take it, it’s not a conscious choice. I think my headaches are tension headaches. They’re generally in the front of my head, often right behind my eyes, and they throb. Not so awful that I can’t work, just annoying in their pain. Yesterday when I was home, I took two Advil liqui-gels when I realized the headache was back. A couple hours later, the headache wasn’t gone, so I took two more, then laid down and took a nap.
When I woke up, my headache was gone and the F train was running again, so I headed into Manhattan to see Rick. All was well for a few hours, then as we went to sleep, I suddenly couldn’t get comfortable. I was too hot, I was too cold, the blankets were too heavy, then there weren’t enough of them. I finally went to the bathroom just in time to puke. “What the fuck is this?” I asked myself. “I only ate ramen and toast today (and 6 chocolate chip cookies, but who’s counting)!” I didn’t have a fever. I hadn’t been feeling sick prior to the puking. In fact, I had been a little hungry, but I didn’t want to eat something at midnight, so I just went to bed instead. Ramen doesn’t give us food poisoning - was it taking four Advils in so short a period of time? The puking returned two more times in the middle of the night, and the chills and hot spells didn’t vanish till about 4 this morning. Rick sat up with me through most of it, God bless him, even though I wouldn’t let him in the bathroom. And this morning I still feel like crap, but I came into work because I have to compile the February list of graduates, which is due today.
Or so I thought until my boss said “Oh, I told them we’d have it done on Friday.” Thanks for informing me of that, dammit. I would’ve stayed home in bed. Instead, I’m sitting at my desk, drinking the bottle of flat Coke that Rick gave me, thinking “Dude, what is wrong with me??” It can’t be normal to get puking sick three times in a month without benefit of alcohol, can it? And what the fuck is up with the headaches? Maybe I need to see a doctor. Then again, knowing the doctors that my health plan covers, maybe not.
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