A Rainy Sick Day

Day 8, Friday

6:00 a.m. - 9:00 a.m. Ugh, waking this morning was rather difficult. I was quite dizzy and my tummy was upset, which I recognized as my neurological system shutting my other systems down. This was how I felt last summer, as if I had the flu because my organs were not absorbing nutrients correctly. Got ready for work, walked Bartle and cleaned his wound. Got to work 20 minutes early so I could scan some microfilm for my lecture. Unfortunately my tummy had other plans and I spent the next 30 minutes wretchedly sick. Dawne recommended I go home but we had two groups and the Irish seminar. I promised to head home if I continued to feel bad and as long as our other colleague came in. I didn't want to leave Dawne alone.

9:00 a.m. - 3:30 p.m. I managed to push through my shift and had some interesting questions, including a reporter writing an article on the upcoming anniversary of the Titanic disaster. I have a sick fascination with disaster stories and Titanic is one of those that has held my interest since childhood. Had lunch with Becky though I only managed a few bites.

3:30 p.m. - 7:00 p.m. Headed home in the rain, which hadn't let up all day, and picked up hubby so we could grocery shop. As we were leaving the store, monsoon season began. I had an umbrella but it did not help. Both of us were soaked all the way through and when we got home, we had to dry out our groceries as well. Hopped in the shower in order to warm up because with the rain came cooler weather and I was freezing. At this point, I felt completely wiped out and told hubby I needed to take a lengthy nap. When I woke, I discovered hubby had taken care of Bartle, so I could relax for the evening.

7:00 p.m. - 10:30 p.m. I hadn't realized how much I needed someone else to take care of things for a few hours so I could rest. I felt amazingly better during the evening, though my tummy was still a little upset. Hubby made dinner and I read for a bit while we listened to our upstairs neighbors scream, yell, and make other obnoxious sounds. At one point, hubby asked if I wanted to call the police because he thought the girl was getting beaten up. I told him they had been watching March Madness and shouting at the t.v. all week. And Indiana was playing tonight. Hubby groused about this for a bit until I reminded him that I will pay them back in the fall when college football returns. We watched an episode of Supernatural, while I squealed because one of my favorite characters, Cass, returned. Walked Bartle and cleaned his wound before heading off to bed.