It’s always said that things always get worse before they get better. Apparently that’s true. I woke up this morning trying to make myself believe that I felt fine. I got a shower hoping that that would make me feel a little better. I managed to get myself around for work and got my things together. Unfortunately by about 11 a.m. I was starting to go downhill pretty quickly. I mentioned that I wanted to go home, but that I needed the cash so I planned on staying. Since Bryan, my co-worker that bought my van, was there he mentioned that he could get me a little bit of the money that he owes me if I waited until he came back from lunch. That sounded like a reasonable plan, so I held out for a little while longer before I clocked out. I decided to clock out around 1:30 and head home. Bryan didn’t give me enough to compensate for what I would lose by leaving work that early, but I really didn’t feel well and I didn’t care at that point.
On the bright side when I got home I at least got to see John for a little bit before he had to leave for work. I have been trying to sleep off and on, but so far I haven’t been that successful. I have been resting at least though, so I’m hoping that it helps. Not long after John left I felt like a bug flew into my mouth, which made me gag until I vomited, but I’m not entirely sure if there was even an actual bug… Hopefully after getting some sleep tonight I end up feeling better because I really don’t want to miss any work tomorrow if I can avoid it. When it comes down to it though, I really don’t want to sit at work completely miserable though either. It’s not like I’ll get better any quicker by pushing my body beyond the point that it can effectively withstand.