Sick & Tired & Sick Again

Bah. It's a sick day. Everything hurts or is nauseated.

Work called at 2 am asking if I could come in for 7 I said yes, big mistake. So I woke with my alarm at 5 as per usual and immediately regret my agreeance to show my face at work. I decide to deal with it but I can't shake this feeling that I.Just.Shouldn't.GO. I'm all showered but still look like hell and I get in my car...won't start. FANTASTIC! This is yet another sign that I shouldn't go. I trudge upstairs and wake Eric and say "I'm calling work, the car won't start". He replies with a "What?" and jumps out of bed into action. The entire time I'm screaming in my head "No No No No, I don't want to go, please don't fix the car" ...he fixes the car, just needed a boost. Damn it. I guess I'm going to work. I'm driving down the street when I get that feeling, you know that one where your stomach starts screaming "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY" I stop the car and open the drivers side door and vomit in the middle of the street. I turn the car around and head back home. Back to bed I went.

I'm up and still feeling like garbage. I'm glad this didn't strike while on vacation and should be gone before Christmas but man I hate being sick.