Why Yes, I Would Like Some Cheese With My Whine! If I Could Eat It!!

I tossed and turned all night due to stomach pains. I woke up around 2am because I passed out with my contacts on and my eyes felt simultaneously gooey and dry. So I took them out, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I felt “awake” again so it took me a while to fall asleep. Then I tossed around some more, even waking up at 4am to check my alarm because I felt like I overslept. When the alarm went off at 7am I asked Jorge to please snooze; I had a massive headache and wanted to try and sleep it off for a few minutes (didn’t happen). So when 7:30 came around and I still felt like shizz I texted my boss and emailed Rosie and Beto, letting them know I wouldn’t be in. My boss already knew I wasn’t feeling good yesterday, so he understood. I still feel…irresponsible I guess you can say, since I just returned from vacation and I’m absent so soon. Thank goodness I got all my tasks done yesterday.

I sent am email that needed to be sent for work and then I tried sleeping more. Didn’t happen. I got up to freshen up and when I laid back down my stomach churned again, only it was now a mixture of cramps and hunger. Ruffles “knocked” on the door so I could let him in to use his litter box, so I obliged and the smell of coffee wafted into my bedroom from the hallway. Mom doesn’t drink coffee, but when she gets up early enough she’ll make me some so I can take with me to work. I couldn’t let it go to waste! I may have just completely ruined the recovery process because I totally mixed some French Vanilla creamer into the coffee. And I made some toast. I was planning on following the B.R.A.T. diet today (bananas, rice, apples and toast–all of which I have) because it seems more appealing than the Gatorade, chicken broth and crackers diet . But I may have ruined that, too, since I drowned my perfectly good toast with butter. *sigh* I’m such a fatty.

My stomach thinks so, too. It’s already churning :(. On the bright side, I’ve lost 2 lbs. in one day!

[edit 12:34pm]

So I thought I was feeling better and had already texted Jorge that I was bored (heh) and I was probably going to work half a day after all. As soon as I pressed ‘send’, my stomach rebutted with an angry gurgle . And then I realized Jorge took the Routan to work this morning, so I had no choice but to stay home anyway.

I’ve been reading ReFashionista.net since I’ve been thrown here in bed all morning and I must say, I’m impressed with her sewing skills! I wish I was half as good as she is with refashioning stuff. Makes me want to go into an old bag of cast-off clothes that are living in the garage that STILL haven’t made it to Goodwill after my garage sale in December . I’m pretty nifty with pillow cases, curtains, even baby blankets, but I’m not all that good with clothes *sigh*. (This reminds me that I have to buy some ribbon that matches my summer dress to replace the straps. I’m pretty good at replacing straps, heh.)

I’m going to heat up a bowl of (icky, from-the-carton) chicken noodle soup. Or perhaps eat a banana. I could really go for some coffee though :(.

[edit: 2:09pm]

Ate the banana, didn’t go well. I shall now stop lying to myself and come to terms with the fact that I am most definitely ill and stick to unsalted crackers. Dammit.

And here’s what I shall spend the rest of the day doing, since I’ve gotten quite tired of my bed: