My Day

Went to bed around 4 AM last night (not at all unusual for me, especially when I'm coming off of night shift). Woke up around 9:00 because apparently one of the cats had stepped on the button to the clock radio, which was tuned to the Loud Annoying Static Channel. Nixed the static, rolled over and went back to sleep. Woke up at the end of a bad dream with an absolutely pounding headache. Looked at the clock, discovered it was nearly 2:30 (which meant I was supposed to be leaving for work in about an hour). Showered. Drank half a cup of coffee. Threw up half a cup of coffee. Decided I was, in fact, sick. Called in to work. Spent most of the day lying in bed reading, or, occasionally, lying on the sofa watching The Simpsons.

A co-worker of mine had a really nasty stomach bug last week, and I was seriously afraid that's what I had. But, if so, I must have mostly fought it off, because I haven't thrown up since. Indeed, a little while ago I discovered that I was suddenly feeling ravenous and had to ditch the PJs and go out to the store to buy juice, fruit, English muffins, and similar "my tummy's fluttery but I really want to eat something" food. And I still have no urge to vomit. I am greatly relieved. Still got the tiny dregs of the headache, though.

Stupid body. I am so just waitin' on the day when I can trade it in for a robotic model...