As I fall back asleep, I am in and out, of sleep and the bathroom for the rest of the night. Head pounding, I stumble around my dark room trying to make up my stomachs mind whether it wanted to stay in the bathroom, or stay and sleep, but it never did.
The alarm wakes us early, as I still feel puny, but strong enough to take JJ. We go, and upon arrival I am aching to get back and reunite with the bathroom again. What has gotten into me? I do not feel sick, just can't stop this stuff! I dial the numbers of my principal's cell and find her at home, getting ready for school (I think). I tell her there is not way to make it to school, and she understands completely, as we don't want sickness going through the students.
The day was filled with much reading and relaxing, for the most part. Sprinting to the bathroom every half hour was my only exercise. I surprised JJ when he was dropped off by a coworker, and tell him I stayed home to be a good room mate and take care of him. I think he thought I was serious, cause I played nurse the rest of the day. That was alright though, I don't mind helping as I remember the days of my knee surgery.
We sat around talking, watching movies and reading books the majority of the day. I hate being this lazy, especially when I feel this crappy, but eventually in the afternoon, after unsuccessfully trying to keep down yogurt and eggs, I start feeling better. Yet, my insides are still unsure of what they want to do. It sounds like a real party in there, listening to the rumbling and bubbling that is going on. Hopefully it calms soon, or another long night could be in store!
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