Blech. I seem to have caught The Ick. Just woke up feeling gross, and (ickfonted) ran to the bathroom and vomited. Sitting up now, contemplating whether to try drinking some water.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
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ok, home now, and caught up on Bitches.
do your cowworkers need the stabbity-stab sqeaky-splorch treatment? Where is MM?not so much co-workers, more like the visiting "Artists". People making a simple show far more complicated than it needs to be, and being dorks about it.
e_o, that is scary. Hope your friend is doing better. Yikes! Also hope tomorrow is better for the apartment hunt.
Seems everyone is looking for a new job. Sounds like fun! where do i sign up?
OK, I must be off my rocker. DVR recorded "Wife Swap". Not only did I watch it. I'm sitting there going "for the love of god please tell me these are fake people!" Shouldn't I be in bed? Oy.
oops, cereal post... only cuz I'm the only one up.
So. I got a late present from a friend, and dunno what to make of it. "a complimentary signature bath" and a "half session back massage" at a day spa. OK, the massage I get, mostly. Never had one from a pro. Curious how it will be with my back (fused back surgery... doubt it'd be an issue, but still wonders).
But the bath??? When I think bath, I think get nakie and get clean... and with a bath, grab a book and soak till the water isn't hot anymore. What's a bath in a spa???? Does this mean she thinks I stink or something? (j/k) Seriously, do ya bring a bathing suit to these things?
I'm guessing they think I need to relax. Not too far off the mark, I suppose.
OK, really. I'm off to bed. I swear.
Went back to sleep. Woke up again. Still sick. Yuck.
Poor Hil. I'm glad the new doctor is listening to you, though. So frustrating.
I'm at the airport. Must finalize things I need to do before I leave the world of Internet access. However will I survive?
Oh, and it's 1 degree Fahrenheit here. And I still wore flipflops to the airport. My mom thinks I'm nuts, but I didn't have room for any extra shoes.
OK, this is just sad. I drank maybe two ounces of water, in tiny sips, and I'm really fighting to keep it down. Ridiculous.
Oh, Hil. That's just miserable.
Hil, you'll have an easier time of keeping an electrolyte solution down than just plain water:
- 20oz water
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 tablespoon sugar
I'm currently in a window seat (I prefer the aisle), but so far there is no one next to me in the middle seat, so all should be well. I hope.
My hostess has called twice to let me know what she's wearing, in case I don't remember what she looked like. I've tried to assure her that I remember what she looks like, but she called again to let me know that her red shirt was dirty and would be wearing a pink shirt with palm trees on it instead. Too funny.
Today when I called in sick I said it was a stomach virus. It COULD be a stomach virus... but it somehow seemed less embarassing than saying "if someone could stick a giant pin in me and let me fly around the room for a while I could come to work"
Oh, Trudy, I know this syndrome all too well. The last time it happened to me it was right after thanksgiving and it was hardcore, because I did throw up, which is not usual for me and the horrible gas pains. Usually I just maybe smoke up a little and try to sleep because the pain tenses me up so much it won't go away while I'm concious. Child's pose sort of makes me feel better sometimes and has encouraged the release of gas IME.