worse today, not better
Mar. 2nd, 2010 12:04 amSo I feel like a total loser because I gave up and came home halfway through my shift. (And kind of more of a loser when halfway through my shift is 9:30 AM -- I got on the freeway to come home, and ran smack into morning rush hour traffic. Doh.)
It was getting to the point where it was just ridiculous to stay -- I was constantly having to mute the phone to sneeze or cough, and I could hear my voice getting worse with every call. I think I was running a fever -- I felt cold, but I was sweating, which I never, ever do at work (they keep it cool enough that I always have to wear long sleeves and a sweater.) I just said to hell with it.
Normally when I get sick I'm actually pretty cheerful about it, if only because I've managed to identify what's making me feel crappy. Not this time. I am totally immersed in self pity right now.
I think that one of the most reliable indicators for me that I'm actually really sick is bad dreams. I don't normally get bad dreams; anyone who's had to sit through me telling them one will attest that my dreams are usually pretty adventurous and entertaining. They only become dark or violent when I'm really ill.
The night before last had dreams about a boy who ate an enchanted seed despite the clear warning of dozens of sets of bloodied clothes lying around it. When he got back to the airship (don't ask) the captain handed him the severed heads of his family dogs and told him they had suddenly appeared in his bed. ast night I dreamed about the ghosts of stillborn babies coming back to haunt people, and another woman drowning her baby by holding its head under the water. When I tried to talk her out of it, her father tried to kill me by strangling me with a belt, and I had to run away from him through a ballroom full of people which ignored me calling for help. (Although I am happy that when I did get away from him, I turned back to the crowd and said "Those of you who tried to help me, thanks., Everyone who ignored me: Fuck you. Seriously, just fuck you" and gave them all the finger.)
So yeah, I think I've actually been sicker than I've let myself realize the past few days. If I have nightmares again tonight, I'm calling in tomorrow, too.
It was getting to the point where it was just ridiculous to stay -- I was constantly having to mute the phone to sneeze or cough, and I could hear my voice getting worse with every call. I think I was running a fever -- I felt cold, but I was sweating, which I never, ever do at work (they keep it cool enough that I always have to wear long sleeves and a sweater.) I just said to hell with it.
Normally when I get sick I'm actually pretty cheerful about it, if only because I've managed to identify what's making me feel crappy. Not this time. I am totally immersed in self pity right now.
I think that one of the most reliable indicators for me that I'm actually really sick is bad dreams. I don't normally get bad dreams; anyone who's had to sit through me telling them one will attest that my dreams are usually pretty adventurous and entertaining. They only become dark or violent when I'm really ill.
The night before last had dreams about a boy who ate an enchanted seed despite the clear warning of dozens of sets of bloodied clothes lying around it. When he got back to the airship (don't ask) the captain handed him the severed heads of his family dogs and told him they had suddenly appeared in his bed. ast night I dreamed about the ghosts of stillborn babies coming back to haunt people, and another woman drowning her baby by holding its head under the water. When I tried to talk her out of it, her father tried to kill me by strangling me with a belt, and I had to run away from him through a ballroom full of people which ignored me calling for help. (Although I am happy that when I did get away from him, I turned back to the crowd and said "Those of you who tried to help me, thanks., Everyone who ignored me: Fuck you. Seriously, just fuck you" and gave them all the finger.)
So yeah, I think I've actually been sicker than I've let myself realize the past few days. If I have nightmares again tonight, I'm calling in tomorrow, too.
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Date: 2010-03-02 10:48 pm (UTC)Hugs!!
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Date: 2010-03-03 01:11 am (UTC)Me, I've been laid low by some upper-respiratory thing since Friday night, although I got to work today. (It has surprising legs and potency for a case of the sniffles.) But, hey, it's definitely not the flu, so I am counting my blessings.
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Date: 2010-03-03 01:08 am (UTC)I guess that is the dark side of your bizarre and adventurous dreams? I have great dreams and unpleasant nightmares apace, but I rarely remember either....sometimes that's sad, sometimes glad.
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