Last night I started feeling worse and worse. Normally when I feel something coming on I go to bed super-early. But I will have to work til midnight really soon and my body is already going to be shocked. As such, I HAD to stick it out until 9:30PM. I felt so bad that I turned off my alarm clock (I never sleep to the alarm, but I’d be too nervous if I didn’t set it–just in case) for cleaning the vet hospital in the morning. I try to go there every other day and had gone Monday, so was set to do it today. But I had called Monday to make Rusty an appointment–and of course Wednesday was the first they could get me in. And they were very explicit that I should drop off at 7:30AM. So with the (impending) sickness, I didn’t think I should get up at 3-4AM, drop off the car, and be unable to nap. If I get in bed after 5:20AM, I CANNOT sleep no matter how hard I try. Anyway, so I decided I would clean work Wednesday night and still get it done on the every other day.
I slept fitfully because my body is trying to get sick and out of guilt for not cleaning–even though it’s a flexible schedule and I just have to make sure and go 3x/wk. But I felt bad anyhow. In the morning (the cats woke us up at 5:30AM, so I didn’t get tons of sleep), we went to drop Rusty off. And–he had written that I called on Monday, but neglected to put me on the schedule for today. So skipping work and dropping off was unnecessary because he put me on the very bottom of their full schedule. Annoying. And I felt icky so I almost said something about it.
At the track, I had intended to run a record 400m today. I thought maybe if I warmed up slowly it could still be done. Because I’m not completely sick, I can just tell it’s coming on. But there is still time for preventative sleep/warmth/Zicam/vitamins/fluids. But as soon as I started jogging I instantly felt TERRIBLE. Everything ached, I felt tired, my muscles were stiff. It was unpleasant. I changed my mind about any speed work and just did a slow 2 miles practicing switching long strides and quick strides.
When I got back to the apartment complex, the trashy-trashy, white-trash trashy lesboz that park next to us were over the line half in our spot. So I had to squeeze in very tightly. And when I opened the door, I was confronted with their barf-covered passenger door. Who pukes on their car??! Disgusting. Cool wrote a note, but the tone was annoyed. And I am all about feeling annoyed, but hesitated to give it to them, because, trashy people have no boundaries and who knows how they might retaliate. But Cool put it on their barf-mobile anyway. Fast-forward: Next time I went to the car, theirs was gone, and the note was crumpled beside Cool’s car. . .
Rewind: I went home and Cool made a wonderful huckleberry waffle breakfast. I was feeling so crummy that the impossible occured and I actually was able to nap for 30 min. But it wasn’t enough and I still felt like crud. I get, for lack of better word, annoying sickness. There’s no outward signs, but I feel feverish and fatigued. Standing in the kitchen to make a frozen drink for Labor Dave about did me in, and I felt really crummy. So I look a-OK, but feel ick-scum. If it does come full-on (it hasn’t yet) I’ll get a fever and a head-cold. Not cool times for public or for sitting in class.
Anyway, I didn’t get a call until 1:30PM asking permissions and pricing. So I should have gone to work, and Rusty will not be finished today. Which is super-annoying, because now Cool goes to work and I’ll have to clean at 3-4AM tomorrow–sacrificing more sleep when I’m (getting) sick.
That’s all. I’ll work on my graph blogs today since standing up seems too much. That reminds me, there are just 5 days til school starts and I have a HUGE list of things to do before then. I’m mentally going insane, but my body won’t cooperate–it’s going to be a low productivity day when I need to kick it into high gear >:-[