Yesterday, around 11, my head started hurting. The 4 advil I took didn't touch it, and it only got worse as the day turned into evening. By 8, I was in bed. And there I stayed. All night. All day. Ugh. I had gotten up at 6 to get ready for work, but I got really sick to my stomach while I was showering. So I went back to bed.
I hate being sick. I hate missing work. It seems lately that when I get sick, it comes out of nowhere, knocks me on my ass, and then is just gone. This one has been so strange because my only real symptom is a headache. I feel like a big dork when I am sick, like I am imposing on Vanessa to take care of me, like I am trying to garner the attention of my coworkers (... look at me, I'm sick ...), that I am selfishly taking advantage of people by not doing what I am supposed to do - get up, go to work, do my job, take care of my family, etc. It's now about 4:30 and I am starting to feel better. Finally.