I woke up yesterday with a stomach bug from who knows where. I ate the same thing as everyone else (my mom & Ron) and they’re both fine. And while the worst punishment has passed, I’m still totally weak and exhausted and can’t really eat, and my gut sounds like a haunted house. The last time I was this gut-sick was in 2nd grade, when they finally had to plop me in the tub and spray me down because they didn’t know which end to aim at the toilet. And while I have a bit more will over my body as an adult, if I had a plumbed bathtub, I’d've been collapsed there last night. I don’t know if that would have been any more comfortable than the bathroom floor, but it would have seemed a little nicer.
I keep thinking I’m on the mend, but the most mundane tasks exhaust me in a matter of minutes. I’m totally behind in my work, and I can only do anything that takes focus for half an hour before I’m spent and have to go lay down. So, not enough time to accomplish anything productive, but just enough time to to get all wound up about it. Luckily, I feel too shitty to spend my usual hours in front of my computer looking up all my symptoms.
I sure hope I’m better tomorrow. I have a lot of catching up to do before the fiber retreat, and I really can’t swing another sick day and I definitely don’t want to miss the retreat, but I ain’t going feeling like this.
On the bright side, I did shed a few pounds. So there’s that.