December 4th, 2006 (09:41 am)
current mood: I think I'm dying!
current song: The Golden Girls on TV (nothing on and I'm desperate)
I really have to start being more aware of what's going on with my body and be in less die-hard work-mode.
I came down with a very bad sore throat and cough on my overnight shift on Saturday, got home yesterday morning around 9am, and had to leave to go back to work around 2pm. I felt worse, had a fever, felt nauseous, but went in anyway. I figured it was just a cold, no worries! I drank much tea, didn't eat anything beyond pretzels, and let out these coughs that sounded almost like a fog horn.
By 11pm I had a fever of 102.8 and popped a few advil. I had another hour and a half at work, and my body was killing me. A smart person would have just called the Front Office manager and said they were on death's doorstep and were leaving early. Or better yet, a smart person would have called out period. Not me.
I worked the rest of my shift, got off at 12:30am, and started to make my way to the train with my friend Jen (who also got off of work at ungodly hours). I got dizzy on the way out of the hotel, and I got dizzier outside once I hit the cold air, and collapsed. One minute I was fine, next minute I couldn't tell what direction the ground was and couldn't grab onto anything to balance myself. I banged my head, my knee, scraped my hands, scraped my lip, and chipped a tooth (it's so small it's not even noticeable, THANK GOD!!!!)
I gave up on the train and got a taxi. Thank God Jen was walking with me! =( When I got home, I was seeing double, the room was spinning, I got sick to my stomach a few times, and had the worst headache I've ever experienced! I wouldn't even wish that headache on Fucko...that's how bad it was!
The sick part....I was debating on whether or not I was going into work today!! I still am, kind of...but everytime I sneeze I get dizzy. I think I just have to bite the bullet and admit that I'm hideously sick and need a day of laying around in my Old Navy hoodie & sweats. I hate calling out sick though...I seriously feel like a jobless bum when I call out (even though I spend more time at work than I do at home)!
I am idiot. Hear me cough. And sneeze. And bitch that I feel like crap.