I’m not dead, but I kind of wish I were.
Last night I had to work. While I was working, I started to feel really, really horrible. And then I barfed. A lot. On the one hand, I’m glad I made it to the bathroom and didn’t barf in front of twenty college students, but on the other hand I’ve been stressing out that I smelled barfy when I went back to get my bag so I could leave. Maybe that’s a silly thing to stress out about – it’s not like I could help it – but I’m still worried.
In the last eighteen hours I’ve had nothing but about ten crackers and some Gatorade. I tried ginger ale last night but the bubbles made me barf. I’ve also only been to the bathroom for non-vomit-related purposes once in the last eighteen hours, which means I’m probably pretty dehydrated, so that’s no good. I know you’re glad I shared that.
My house is dirty and I haven’t done laundry in over a week and I haven’t been to the grocery store in longer, so I guess it’s a good thing that I can only keep down crackers and Gatorade at the moment, since that’s about all I have on hand.
Blah. This sucks.