If you want to experience death, then just come get a little taste of this stomach virus I have.
It started Tuesday afternoon. I ate breakfast the morning, then as the day went on I just went downhill. My co-workers kept telling me I looked pale, which is nothing new because I suck in the tanning department. Then I got all dizzy and junk, which led the the nausea.
People, do you know what it's like to be stuck in a massage room for an hour while feeling like you could hurl all over your client?
Yeah, it sucks!
And obviously, since I'm nauseas every one assumes I'm pregnant. Can't a girl just be sick without growing a human?! Apparently not!
I make it through the day at work, then head downtown to do two other massages.
Oh mylanta, y'all.
I literally was staring at the trashcan during both massages. I did eat some crackers in between massages so I felt a little better. That was the only thing I had to eat since breakfast that morning.
Y'all know I'm sick when I don't eat!
So here we are, three days later and the only things I've consumed are an apple, half a can of Chicken & Stars, and some applesauce. And lots and lots and lots of water.
I think I'm getting better, I have been hungry all morning so that must be a good sign, right?!
The good news is that Adam was a mother-friggin SAINT and took care of Presley while I was stuck in bed for two days straight.
The bad news is that he has left on a road trip until late Sunday night.
And my Mom, and Grandmother also have the virus.
I'm on my own. All by myself. Just me. No help.
So, cross your fingers, cross your toes, and say your prayers that I survive.
I'm going to need it because P woke up with a fever and had a few really bad diapers yesterday.
If you don't hear from me in a few days, send in the troops!