I've been having a rough couple of days. Woke up on Sunday morning feeling like I was going to die. I figured I was just hungover but, when I still hadn't made it out of bed by 4pm, I realized there might be a bigger problem.
As it turns out, I must have had some sort of stomach bug. No need to go into details, but I didn't leave my place for two days, spent most of my time in the fetal position on my couch, and subsisted mainly on toast, crackers and water.
This morning, I was feeling a little better. Since I was no longer curled up in a ball on my couch, I thought that meant I could handle going to work. I could definitely have been wrong about that. I'm currently watching the letters swim in circles on my screen, wishing I was back in the fetal position.
I just had two people come into my office to ask if I'm okay. Apparently, my "eyes don't look right." That can't be a good sign.
You can afford toast and crackers?
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