Crap and Back in Less Than 12 Hours
It's 3:15 in the morning and I want to be asleep, but it seems my body doesn't want to cooperate so I'm blogging instead, hoping this will help me fall to sleep... I've had the screwiest 12 hours physically and I'm not sure what's caused it*, but knock on wood I think it's done.
*The only thing I can think of is that it's related to the 200 shrimp I at at a Kris's birthday party Sunday evening... fortunately, I don't really know what the symptoms of bad shrimp are or I might've been a little more worried than I already was!
It began yesterday at work when I got back to my desk after dropping my bike off to get a check-up**. I was trying to get work done when my stomach decided to revolt. I resisted as long as I could but eventually I realized I wasn't going to be able to get anything else done until I attended to my abdomen so I went home hoping familiar surroundings would put me at ease. I was successful... temporarily...
**It started as a need to replace the tube in my back tire that had gone flat on Saturday, but as Joe (the bike mechanic) was working my bike over, he pointed out a number of other things I might wanna be concerned with. Since I can't get myself in for a check-up, I figured it'd be nice to at least get my bike in... then one of us will be in tip-top shape!
I won't go into details but I eventually passed out for an hour and a half before I had to get up to volunteer at the Salvation Army. At the time, I felt alright and I thought everything that had been going wrong was out of my system so I went... and I secretly hoped that we'd be doing something chill that would allow me to stay near a bathroom - just in case!
I wasn't to have my way as the agenda for the evening was to walk the kids to the circle to get ice cream and hang out at the fountains before bringing them back. I was apprehensive but feeling alright so I went along with it... and thankfully I was fine - I even had some ice cream***! I did take it easy (no piggy back rides for kids) but by the time we got back to the Salvation Army my stomach was dancing again. I booked outta there as soon as possible and cancelled my next meeting for the night - I needed to get better.
***I don't know if that was a good idea or not, but they *finally* had my favorite flavor in (peanut butter cup) and I just couldn't resist a small scoop.
My plan had been to come home, watch an episode of Charlie's Angels on hulu and then hit the hay. I couldn't even veg on the couch... I felt too crummy. So off to bed I went.
This is where things got a little weird... no sooner was I undressed and in the covers than I started shivering. In my un-air-conditioned apartment I couldn't get warm enough and I pulled all the blankets I could find onto the bed. I realized at this point that I must have had a fever but that's where my logic ended as I started having thoughts and visions of what would happen if I died right there**** - it was a little creepy and I was sobbing... see - weird!?!
****Mom, you'll be happy to know I was most concerned about you and how you would find out. In my dreamlike state, you weren't very stoic and that got me even more upset... fortunately, since I'm typing this I think it's safe to say I'm going to survive!
Eventually I fell into a light slumber as my mind raced thinking about the party I was supposed to be responsible for planning at that moment and all the details that involved. My logical side kept telling me that there was no party and I was just sick but I continued to toss and turn, alternating between too cold and too hot until I finally woke up at about 1:15 in a knotted jumble of blankets and with a pounding headache. Dizzy, I got up to take some aspirin and lay down again... and I've been laying (sleepless) since then.
I recently read an article about what to do when you can't sleep so I finally got out of bed to blog... I don't remember if this was one of the things recommended, but at least it's somewhat productive...
It's now 3:27 and I'm wide awake... I guess it's gonna be a long day today.
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