That’s me phoning in this post. Because I’m dying.
Or a giant baby when I’m sick.
Either way I can’t even keep down water and I feel absolutely awful. I went into work hoping I would feel better only to get sent home after I had to make two dashes to the bathroom to puke. Fun times.
Anyway, even lying on the couch watching tv wears me out so I’ve been sleeping all day. I’m supposed to work all weekend but I’m not seeing that happening. Ugh.
I don’t have time for this.
Plus? Joel went to Memphis for a conference this weekend which means I’m all alone with no one to bring me Gatorade or soup. ::wah:: Joel knows exactly how to take care of me. He always gets me the right drink (since I only like one kind of Gatorade*). He knows just when to pet my head and when to let me have my space. He is the kindest, most caring person I’ve ever met.
He even offered to stay home from his conference. He’s been looking forward to this for so long I couldn’t let him just to take care of me. It’s not like I’m actually dying.**
So here I am, miserable. With a dog to take care of. Do you know how much fun it is to stand out in the freezing cold, trying not to barf all over yourself while you dog sniffs at everything in sight? So much fun.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for today. Say some prayers or send some good thoughts or whatever that I recover quickly. I seriously have no time for this.
*blue ice or something. See? I don’t even know! I need Joel. ::sob::
**yes I am. Uuuuugh.