alukh

You know that weird sort of general ickiness that makes you ache everywhere and automatically defines any and all food as vaguely nauseating? Yeah, I think work gave me that. It was bad enough yesterday that I called in sick for the second time in 3 years, and it's apparently still lingering today. I don't want to put my coworkers through a Friday night without my help, but I can't promise that I'm going to be terribly useful. As it stands right now, everything, most noticeably my head, is sore, and I've forced myself to choke down some wheat thins and mandarin orange segments. I wish I could just stick a nutrient IV in my arm and not have to deal with my stomach at all, but I don't see that going over too well, considering my lack of health insurance.

I think the most irritating part of this whole thing is that I know I'm not sick (no fever = no infection, be it bacterial or viral. Also, I haven't been sick since I was 16.), but my body's violent protest against the amount of time and effort I've been putting into work recently feels just as miserable as if I'd caught any of the winter illnesses that are going around.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go pop an excedrin and get dressed very slowly.



P.S. Phrase of the week, courtesy of my possibly-geekier-than-even-me father, is "weaponized roombas."