Sunday, July 10, 2011
Last night was a fantastic time. I watched Mean Girls, ate some Jimmy John's, and drank with the roomie. But when I woke up this morning, I felt awful. Not hangover awful, sinus infection awful. My head feels like it about to explode gallons of snot and earwax across this room in a blast so powerful it blows the windows out. I thought I was dying when I got out of bed. Head spinning, unable to keep my balance as I tried to get to the bathroom, lips cracked from all the mouth breathing I had been doing. So I stumbled down the stairs with the laundry that I have to do today in order to have work clothes tomorrow. Threw everything into the washer, and laid down on the couch. I have yet to get up for anything other than a glass of lemonade with which to wash down a cocktail of antibiotics and antihistamines. Nap. Chris came over, made me some Hamburger Helper, checked to see if I have a fever (we still aren't sure, I'm way too clammy to tell.), then left. Nap. Jack Black movie marathon. Still feeling like death.