Well, so much for that refusal to get sick… by the time I got home I had a head that felt like it was pumped full of lead. Because it was raining like a mofo at that point, Olli was sweet enough to pick me up by car, so I was home quickly. And I felt miserable, but I thought it was because of my intestines hurting and the stuffy office, so I hoped that with a nap I would feel better. I flopped down on the couch and proceeded to lose consciousness from 7 to 10pm (while on TV horrible tv-series were playing, says Olli – I never saw a thing of them).
I woke up briefly around 10pm only to have Olli diagnose me with a fever. I tried to deny that (because I’m stubborn like that) but soon had to give in and went to bed, where I proceeded to sleep until the next morning without a hitch. That should be a dead giveaway then, right? Waking up in the morning, I still felt rather horrible, so I had to call in sick at work. During my first month trial period, too – sucks so bad. But thankfully I was supposed to have my bi-weekly day off today, so I kind of just switched those days around.
Yesterday I slept till 1pm or something, and then I laid blearily on the couch all day and watched daytime TV. Thankfully there was no fever, and while I still don’t feel 100% today, it’s back to work with me. Here’s to hoping that by now the fever has burnt away that lingering cold that I had since Graspop. It would be nice to be in full posession of the possibilities of my brain again. 