It's Monday. Please don't let it be a week from hell. It's starting out like that already. I forgot my work keys and ID today. I had to sit and wait for my boss to get in and let me into the office. No early morning quiet time for me to sit and eat breakfast, drink water and catch up on my favorite blogs. There is going to me lots of overtime this week because Friday is my project deadline. It will definetly be a long week. I just don't want it to be hellish. I think that there is a difference.
Yesterday I didn't get out of bed. I was supposed to clean the apartment and take a much needed trip to do laundry. I have one towel left and nothing to wear to work. I couldn't get up. I had a raging headache, the kind that makes you nauseous. I felt to dizzy when I stood up to go downstairs to the corner store. At 5:34pm Jason called to see what I was up to. After I spoke to him I felt ashamed of feeling so sick and forced myself to take a shower, go downstairs and buy a bottle of overpriced Motrin and a bag of cat food. The cat had not eaten all day and really hadn't eaten enough the day before either because all she had was the remnants of dry food that were left in the box. I found some luncheon meat in the refrigerator and gave that to her at one point. I felt bad, neglectful, she depends on me and it wasn't right. She was a big reason why I forced myself downstairs.
When I got downstairs I grabbed a bag of food for indoor cats (it's supposed to keep them from having so many hair balls-in my opinion it doesn't help). Then I went to the counter and pointed to the bottle of pain reliever on the wall that I wanted but the cashier couldn't seem to understand that I wanted the Adult Motrin not the Children's Motrin. Even though I kept saying, "No, the OTHER orange one". Angel came from somewhere in the store and saved the day. Thank you Angel.
Once upstairs, I fed the cat. She took 3 bites and went to lay down. So much for the starving cat theory.
I myself stripped, chased a fitful of pills with a few swigs of water and curled up on the bed in the fetal position. The t.v. watched me as I dosed in and out of consciousness. If I felt pain upon awakening I would force myself back down into sleep. That is the only time I got up yesterday, aside from using the bathroom.
Around 8:00pm I stopped feeling guilty because everyone was getting ready to pack it in right? So I watched a few Sunday prime time shows and fell asleep at some point because I woke up this morning around 6:00am.