I'm sick again, but I've been fighting it. Today triggered a migraine, and at 4 O'Clock I went to take my imitrex, knowing it was too late to really save myself, and realized I didn't have it with me.
I stood up from my desk and said, "I'm going home sick" and walked out of the building. I don't want to even think about what I left unfinished on my desk, or what I will need to do when I finish with court tomorrow. And the worst part is e-mail is down so I can't even look to see if my boss got the "I'm going home sick" email that I sent.
In the car on the way home I wasn't sure if I was going to make it home, and thought, "I should just go to the ER now." But realized that I don't know where the hospitals even are. It took me 1:15 to get home, which is what really killed me. I got home, took the medicine, and spent about an hour on the bathroom floor. For some reason when my migraines are at their worst, the bathroom floor is the place I want to be. There's some sort of comfort level with that proximity to the toilet. I don't have to move too far to vomit. Thank goodness I cleaned the floor. Although, when I'm that sick I don't care whose germs are around. Its after the fact that the knowledge I was lying on the bathroom floor grosses me out.
Anyway, I have court (where I will hopefully get $500) tomorrow. And who knows how long that will take. Then I have to go in to work and deal with the repurcussions of having just walked out like that.
And for some reason the spell check isn't working. So in addition to the grammatical errors and poorly punctuated sentences- please excuse the spelling.
(High point of the day- I found "The Arm" online, so now its on my iPod and I can listen to my heart's content. )