I kept feeling worser and worser this morning, and more and more worried that I was going to up my chuck. So at a little after ten ante meridiem (a.m.) I headed for home. On the way back I got that thing -- you know, when your mouth fills up with water, right before you t'row up? It did that thing, I spit out the spit, but I didn't t'row up. I got home and declothed and got right into bed. For two minutes I was regretting taking the Excedrin, because it has caffeine in it, but my natural talent took over and I was asleep in no time. I slept soundly until about 2 post meridiem (p.m.), when I finally got out of bed and took a shower. I was FAMISHED, because I hadn't eaten anything all day aside from a chocolate chip scone. I stopped at Wawa on my way back to work and picked up a meatball hoagie. I got back to work at around 3:30.
It sucks, because I am trying to work a decent amount of overtime, so that I can save up enough money for a down payment on a house; but I haven't been at this job long enough to get any sick time, so any time that I miss is taking away from my precious overtime hours. I won't be able to make it all up, but I'll stay here tonight til seven or eight or whenever I can't stands it anymore. And tomorrow . . . well, maybe I'll work an hour late or something, but I can't work though lunch because I have to go home and pay my apartment complex the ridiculous amount of money they're charging me for my bounced check. [I'd never bounced a check before! It's not nearly as fun as the name implies].
Oh, so although my head was definitely starting to hurt, I don't think I ever got a full-on migraine, for which I'm very very thankful. I wonder if it would have come if I hadn't gotten to sleep? Who knows. In any case, I'll try to refrain from eating ~1.5 lbs of strawberries in one sitting again, I mean really, I don't need to eat THAT many strawberries.
Oh, and also, it's freaking beautiful out there, and it's a shame that I'm stuck in here. Ah well.