Today has been a rough one, so I’m not feeling up to much in the writing department. Unfortunately, the Prilosec my doctor prescribed hasn’t stopped me from waking up in the middle of the night with major stomach/ chest pain. Which means I woke up today at 3 am, vomited until 6 am, sent messages to work that I was going to try to see the doctor and passed back out. Unfortunately, the doctor couldn’t squeeze me in, so I’ve wasted yet another sick day because of this junk. And the Boss Lady is none too pleased.
I’m sure all the stress from everything else going on hasn’t helped my poor stomach, so I’m trying to think more Zen Yoga Girl and less Disaster Girl. I’ve never been particular granola in my approach to life, but at this point, I’ll do what it takes to get more than three consecutive hours of sleep.
For those of you wondering, yes, my eyeball is still a bit pink-ish and I’m still in the glasses. So, my complete bodily disintegration should be over by the weekend. I’m expecting to just start dissolving shortly and end up in a sticky puddle somewhere. If you see a puddle with long red hair, please say hello.
Sorry I sound like such a grump, but grump is how I feel.
Well, that and nauseous.