I've had a pretty misrable 24 hours, but I think that it's getting better. The urping has subsided completely but my gut and diaphragm still hurt. It feels like I have a rash on the inside of my small bowel... that's what they call enteritis.
Actually, I'm pretty amazed that I'm not sicker more often... I was kinda counting up in my head how many sick kids coughed in my face last week, and then I added in all of the sick adults... and got a scary number.
I think that I might start wearing a mask when I work.
I finally got out of bed for good about 22:00. My head was still hurting a lot then, but that has pretty well subsided too. I'm starting to believe in Aleve.
I keep thinking that I'm a pretty healthy fellow, but looking over the past six months, I'm beginning to have my doubts. I've called in sick one day on each of my last three rotations, and I'm sure to get into trouble for that, even though it really couldn't be helped.
And then there's the times when I was sick on my own time, probably more than work time, actually...
I'm supposed to go see the orthopod about my knee this morning at 08:00, but I'm going to re-schedule that, I don't want to give everyone in the office whatever I've got.
Or maybe I do... I'm feeling pretty mean right now...
08:42...
I've been drinking hot tea, thinking that might help, and coffee just didn't sound good for a change.
I did call and cancel my orthopod appointment, though.
In fact, it's time for a little nappy... I almost wrote nookie, what a laugh! I don't want to sleep all day, though, just long enough to get a little rested, and I want to be able to sleep tonight.
I worked quite a bit last night, actually... I updated the Keirsey Profiles and wrote another survey report for Diarist.Net. The old one is still there, I'll put in a link when the new one is up...
OK, more later...
All right, remeber what I said yesterday about being cocky? Well, I was cocky again, and I paid for it again.
I decided that food was a good idea... wheat chex, my favorite. So I ate a big bowl of 'em. Then I went to sleep.
Not really... I almost went to sleep. And I resisted regurgitating for probably five minutes or so.
And now, once again, I'm feeling OK. I slept about two hours and got up feeling normal.
Maybe I just shouldn't ever eat again... that would solve a lot of problems.
No... that didn't work. As soon as Karen came home, I asked her if she would go out to eat with me, and she immediately cancelled all of her other plans for the evening. Well, immediately, but reluctantly. She didn't want Kim to get mad at her. I said, as I frequently do, "The hell with Kim!"
Incidentally, Kim has taken to reading this frequently... but I know that she has a great sense of humor... huh, Kim?
Anyhoo, we ate, and I didn't throw up, although there were a few queasy moments there..
Then we ventured out to Target and bought an on-sale cordless 900 MH phone with caller ID in the handset. It was kinda nice going out there, the place was nearly deserted, especially compared with what it has been lately.
And now I'm getting tired enough to call it a day, even though it's only 20:00... I'll probably get up at 04:00 every morning now on my week off.
I'm amazed... I'm feeling damned near normal, albeit very tired. My belly is still sore from vomiting, but I don't have that raw-inside-my-guts feeling.
It is a gray day, temp about 17F, wind chill -3F. I'm planning on staying inside anyway. I took the xmas tree down, gotta get all that stuff put away. I'm not gonna work very hard at it though, or anything else.