So shut up. |
Still, since I have space here to fill, I feel like I need to talk about how what happened to me on Sunday was very weird.
Saturday night, I worked til about 8, had dinner - peanut chicken at a local Chinese place; not a buffet, just a normal human dinner-sized portion - and went home. I felt perfectly fine and stayed up til 1am because Saturday Night Live was the one where Louis CK hosted. The next morning, however, when I got up, I knew something was wrong. I was dizzy, borderline nauseous and felt absolutely exhausted. I had an entire day of chores planned but felt like I needed to go back to bed immediately. I did and tried again two hours later, but felt exactly the same. I was hungry but the idea of eating any kind of food whatsoever nauseated me. I tried to get going every two hours all day long but never felt any better. I just stayed in bed and drank water.
A BRIEF ASIDE - Can we talk about water for a second? We go through life craving ever-more colorful, chemically altered, sugar-infused drinks of all kinds but when we feel terrible, whether it's being sick or just really, really thirsty, who's there for us? Good, old, plain, cold water. I think we take water for granted and I feel bad about that. I pledge to making up for it in the future.
I love you, water. So much. |
"Okay, I'm up. I'm up. I think I'm good now. Let me take a step. Oops, no. Let me lay back down please."
"Come on now. While we're up, let's go to the bathroom."
"Please, no. I don't want to. Just let me pee in the bed and lie in it. I don't mind."
"No no no, we'll go to the bathroom and refill your sippy cup with water and then you can lay back down."
"Okay, but let's hurry. Ooh, not too fast though."Monday morning, I was all better. The appetite hadn't - and still hasn't - fully rebounded. I eat a granola bar which is basically the same as eating nothing at all and I feel kind of bloated and the idea of eating anything greasy makes me feel kind of oogy... which actually isn't a bad thing at all.
This does nothing for me. |
But otherwise, perfectly fine. Whatever it was just came and went that fast. I don't think it was the flu because at no point did I ever actually get sick, as in at no point did I ever have any abnormal expulsions of fluids from any orifice (and yes, that's as tactfully as that can be written). The symptoms of whatever this almost-exactly-24-hour malady was were limited to dizziness, nausea (which, one of those may have caused the other) and fatigue. I just felt bad.
Weird, huh?
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