Day II of The Sickness.

Just called employment and told Sam that he wouldn’t want me in today. It’s only Thursday, he’ll be fine without me.

Falling asleep last night was much like the night before. Curling up under my sheets, feeling absolutely freezing. My actual sleep was far more restful. I slept five hours straight. In the darkness of the morning, I got up to pee. I checked my temperature, and it was 101.7. I went back to bed and slept until around 9 AM. Temperature was still 101.7. I’ve been periodically checking it for the past hour, and it’s been steadily dropping. Last check was 100 even. Good sign, very good sign.

My body is saying to stay cool. I’ve decided against wearing my bathrobe all day like I did yesterday. I’m wearing pajama pants and a wife-beater. I’ve thought of wearing these type of pajama pants to a cuddle party, but it suddenly seems like a bad idea. This fabric totally shows off my package. My package needs cuddling, but uh, cuddle party is not the place to get that kind of cuddling. It’s kind of funny, because I’m flaccid as all hell.

Whoops, guess I expended too much energy finding the number for employment. Up to 100.7.

As for yesterday, I was hungry as hell. You have to understand that I’ve conditioned myself to eat frequently. Especially without my 600 calorie breakfast, I was at a major deficit yesterday. I had some buttered toast with jam, though it didn’t taste the way I thought it should have. Later had some tomato soup. That tasted okay, but then I realized my body was craving something solid. Strangely, my body was craving meat. I decided to go with it. The only thing I could taste in that burger was the mustard. What a rip.

Finally, I remembered Meal of Oats. Gotta keep my intestines clean.

I did wash my sheets, and I did eventually take a shower. Part of recovery is mental. If you’re dirty, and you “feel” sick, you don’t recover as quickly. But if you’re clean and you think, “Eh, I feel okay”, you’ll recover faster. Not that I should go jumping around right now.

The dizzy spells are on par with what they were last night. Which is good, because they were HORRIBLE yesterday morning. Laying in bed all day gets boring, and ultimately uncomfortable. I’ll probably play Master Quest until I feel tired. Hrm. I should also eat. Meal of Oats. Meh. Why don’t I have an emergency box of Cheerios? Whenever I’m sick, I eat dry cheerios. Traditionally, I could always hold it down. And it tastes good.

Oh. I have reason to believe I’m the lucky one. I’m convinced we contracted this at the hockey game. I say “we”, because I’m not the only one that got sick. Victoria had a fever topping off at 104. Cliff had a fever topping off at 105. My top has been a meager 101.7. :: smirks :: Well. We’ll see how long it takes for this to pass.