this hasn't been fun

Saturday was a beautiful day and the boyfriend and I hit the trails. We celebrated with sushi and went home to watch some basketball. An hour later I felt a little strange. Two hours later a night of hell began.

Without going into all the gory details, lets just say that I spent the better part of Saturday night sleeping on the floor in the bathroom. Even with my sleeping bag, blankets, and towels piled on top of me, I was still shivering like crazy. You will all be happy to know that my 15+ year no-puke streak didn't end, but I did dry heave several times. It was NOT pretty and it was NOT fun. Especially for this emetophobe.

I was finally able to crawl into bed and fall asleep sometime during the night. Sunday is a blur. At some point Sunday night I was transported to my parents' house. I was actually awake most of the day Monday. I felt better than Saturday ... but then again, anything would have been better than how I felt Saturday. I made a valiant effort to go to work yesterday but failed miserably. I drove 45 minutes to work, put in three hours of only semi-productive labor, and turned around and drove home. And then slept for 5 hours.

Now its Wednesday and I'm going on 4 days of being pretty much useless. And it stinks. I feel a little better everyday, but my stomach still ain't great and I generally feel like I have been hit by a truck. I have one class this afternoon that I absolutely have to go to, and I'm saving up my energy for that. And then it will be back to bed for my sorry butt.

I haven't eaten anything other than toast and 'nilla wafers and the occaisonal banana since Saturday. Nothing sounds good, and part of me is still a little afraid of upsetting the stomach again. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to lose a few pounds ... but not this way. I just feel weak and pathetic.

BUT the good news is that the UPS man delivered to my door today my brand spankin new Sierra Designs Down Booties so my feet couldn't be happier. It was a little bright spot in my otherwise dismal (at the moment) existence.

Ok, enough self-pitying for now. Time for more toast.