It started last night. It was a nauseous feeling in my stomach and I wasn’t entirely sure I should stray far from the bathroom. I took my medication and went to bed. My sleep last night was, at best, fitful. I now fully understand what is going on with my teeth grinding, however, and for that I’m grateful because I can tell the orthodontist when I see one to correct my teeth, which have all of a sudden drifted on top in the front. When I woke up at 0440 hrs to get ready to watch my nephew this morning, I was dizzy, feverish, and my joints all hurt so bad that I could hardly move. It was incredibly painful and I’m definitely sick! I made it until 0730 hrs when my brother picked Squiggle Bug up and I went straight back to bed. I slept until 1130 hrs. Jerrold isn’t around. He must’ve had to work today. I took some Airborne before I went back to bed, and I took some more just now. I don’t know if it’ll have any effect. I’m still in my pajamas, and I may stay that way all day. I don’t know yet. I have my cell phone in my pocket, but other than that, I’m ready to go back to bed at a moment’s notice. I feel horrible. I can’t even think of where I might’ve been exposed to a bug in the last few days. I certainly haven’t been to the clinic or a hospital. I went to the climbing gym on Sunday, which, upon thinking about it, could be a cesspool of germs and icky things with all the little kids there (and some of the adults). It’s not food poisoning, because I think it would’ve passed on by now and been much more severe. One thing’s for sure. I’m not doing much today. I’m hoping this is a 24-hour thing and that it’ll be gone by tomorrow morning. I had big plans for my day today as far as climbing goes, but I can hardly haul myself into an upright position right now. Updates pending…
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.