Last night my body waged war against me.
I have no idea if I had food poisoning or what but I got 1 hour of sleep (on the bathroom floor no less) because I was busy profusely sweating while freezing, throwing up, going potty and passing out once from the pain. Every time I would sit on the toilet I would get so dizzy that I thought I was going to fall over. The only place I felt comfortable was lying on the cold bathroom floor but you can’t really go to the bathroom lying down, now can you? Needless to say I didn’t eat that much today due to being completely terrified about what my body was going to do. In addition, I looked like complete crap at work. I took a picture of myself going into work this morning to document how I was feeling:
This post is going to be extremely short because I still feel pretty nasty and I am exhausted. Here’s what I ate today:
- Trail Mix & water (3 points)
- Attempted to eat a turkey sandwich at work with little success. I am guessing I ate about 6 points worth of food
- 3/4 of a McDonald’s Vanilla cone= 3 points. I really felt like I needed to eat something but my stomach couldn’t handle solid food so I decided to get a cone. This is how I know I’m sick….I didn’t finish it. I LOVE these things. I actually threw away the best part. You know, the bottom of the cone where the ice cream collects and you get that perfect blend of crunchy cone and delicious ice cream.
- More trail mix (mostly peanuts): 2 points. I didn’t eat that much.
- Small baked potato: 4 points
- Hot tea & water all day: 0 points
Total: 18 points.
I am supposed to eat 31 points per day but I’m not going to follow that plan because I really don’t feel like spending the night on the bathroom floor again.
Anyone else feel this way when they get sick or is just me?
Lastly, I want to give a special shout out to my dog, Tessa. She’s kind of an independent woman (she has been listening to Beyonce music wayyyyyy too much) and she rarely spends time in my room with me. Even when I cry and beg her she just looks at me with this apathetic look on her face like “Hey mom, I have stuff to do. Things to see. People to meet. I can’t be hanging out in your room all day just because you want to be close to me. Let me free, mom. Let me live my life!” Since I have been sick (a whole 20 hours or so) she has not left my side. As I’m writing this in my bed, my leg is hanging off the edge and resting on her head. She’s just looking up at me like “Hey, I’m here for you. I know that you have recently become single, you live with your grandma and you’re going to be 29 and that kind of bums you out, not to mention you keep feeling like your going to barf up your lunch so I just want you to know that I will be down here licking my butt and paws and anytime you need a hug…..a good laugh…..a caring conversation….just know I’m here.”
Thanks Tessa, thanks.