WAAAHHHHH!!!! I'm home. Sick as a dog. It's a stomach bug. I feel really shitty. In more ways than one. It's bad.
It all started yesterday. I woke up feeling less than good. Got ready for work. Voted. And headed to work. I got in and it started. You know that feeling when you just feel like your body is saying, "STOP!" It started with the chills. I got some tea but that did very little. I started burping (I know, gross). I started burping last night's dinner (double gross). Obviously, something did not digest. I can't blame it on last night's dinner because the hubby had the same thing and he is fine.
So, I left work after an hour. With some homeopathic medicine and some juice. Got home and crashed. For five hours. I wasn't feeling better, so about 9:00pm, I called out for the next day.
And, here I am. Still not doing that well. I finally got something to eat. Mainly because I was feeling weak and needed some kind of nutrition. The cat isn't used to having someone home the entire time. She is a bit freaked out. I'm also not the best patient, so I tend to alternate between loving the cat and pushing her away. Mike hates me being sick because I am quite an asshole.
I asked him to bring home some paper towels and ginger ale. Can you believe? Sick as a dog and all I can think of is paper towels for the home and ginger ale for my stomach. Ugh. I am going to sleep again. Later.