I don't do sick

I just finished a bagel. That would not normally be noteworthy except that I last put a bite of food in my mouth about 23 hours ago. My going without eating for more than a few hours is rare. Almost 24 hours without food is downright apocalyptic.

Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling a little ill and a lot tired. I don't sleep well if I am not in my own bed. And sharing a room with Jordan, my little brother, his wife, and their three kids, aged two months to four years, only exacerbated the problem. After a couple of cups of joe, I managed to get through the baptism of my newest nephew, probably helped by his entertaining crying through the entire ceremony as well as his two brothers punching each other during part of it. I forced myself to eat at the brunch after because I love food, particularly breakfast, but it was not easy. I could not even manage a bloody Mary, my favorite brunch drink. :-(

The Steelers (I heart Charlie Batch!) game kept my exhaustion and upset stomach in check, and I fortunately managed the one-plus hour drive home without too much trouble (I so wanted to close my eyes more than a few times). But as soon as I arrived home, I got ready for bed, despite that it was only 6 p.m. I cannot tell you the last time I was in bed around 6:30. But that is how tired, achy and ill I felt. I missed the season premiereof Desperate Housewives, for the love of Pete!

Last week was a pretty busy one for me. I started off the weekend by going door to door around my neighborhood, talking to people affected by the power surge and passing out fliers. I spent the workweek reading and compiling emails from various neighbors, gathering information about our various damaged electronics for that stupid inventory sheet, working on a freelance writing project, doing some volunteer work at Jordan's school, having an interview, writing a follow-up note, doing lots of laundry, ironing, vacuuming, running twice, having my annual checkup, taking Jordan to her checkup, and probably other things I am forgetting. I think I just did too much in too few hours, and it all caught up with me. Brian said that I probably picked up something at Jordan's doctor's office, ironic since I scolded her for trying to eat something in the car after the appointment and before we had a chance to wash our hands.

I hate feeling lousy. I mean who does? But I have been lying in bed all morning, first just watching mindless TV (I heart Ellen!) and then working my way onto my laptop. I should be working on another cover letter. I hate that I did not get to run this morning. Monday is grocery day, but I just can't do it.

Well, I guess I will be heading downstairs for another does of pepto. Bleh.

Comments

Sherri said…
Yeah - yuk - a lot of people are down with... well... whatever this thing is that's going around. Feel better!

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