I feel like I’m dying…in more ways than one. I’ve been really sick since yesterday, praying to the porcelain god rather frequently.
I hurt. I got to leave work early…how I made it home, I don’t know. I pretty much fell out of the car, crawled up to my apartment and passed out on the couch. The pains in my belly made me scream, they were so bad.
I managed to keep down two slices of bread. Had a pack of crackers this morning, and I’m running on fumes. I’m trying to get some things done here at work so I can go home early. Guess I should go get them done, because I’m feeling all woozy again.
No pool for me tonight.
Ick. Just shoot me now.