Well, let's start off with Friday's entry...since I didn't post it yesterday... it's Saturday morning about 05:00...
Thursday night... fairly busy most of the night, really busy for some large portions of it. I started feeling progressively crappier about 03:00 but I was determined to make it through.
This is the sort of thing that has been bothering me lately... not feeling good, but not sick in any specific way. Feeling like throwing up, but never really needing to... vague abdominal pains... vague chest pains... all of these symptoms just gradually fade, to be replaced with a dysphoria that won't fade away.
Vague stuff. Tired, tired all of the time. The only thing that gets me going is a big adrenalin rush, and I haven't had any of those lately, luckily.
So anyway, I get all of my work done about 08:00 and come home. Well, I went by the bank first to put my paycheck in... they'd shorted me ten hours, damn 'em! Then to bed.
I kept waking up every hour... I'd got a full eight hours Thursday, so I wasn't too worried, until about 14:00, when I got up and spent ten minutes trying to throw up.
Unsuccessfully. I decided to take my temp, and it was at 101.2F. Took some Tylenol & went back to bed, got up at 15:00 and called in.
I stayed up until Karen got home... she is going to get Brian in Lawrence. More pills, going back to bed.