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[Mar. 4th, 2006|07:16 pm]
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Well, what can I say. I'm a complete and utter mess.
I can barely get through a day at work without feeling like I'm about to pass out.
This post is entirely to complain about how sick I am. Don't read it if you don't want to.
All this has been going on since LAST Saturday when I went out with Mick and his family to dinner. Ended up just making it back home that night to shove my head in the toilet bowl with not a second to spare.
Haven't felt right since.
Felt giddy and nauseaus as I had the weekend off - I thought that if I had Sunday to recover I'd be fine. But I was wrong. Monday rolled around - called in sick. The first time I have ever rang up work sick without even turning up to give it a try. Mick came with me to the doctor, she gave me nausea tablets and told me not to eat anything for 24 hours. Which was fine for me as I didn't want to eat. The thought of food disgusted me and unsettled my stomach, let alone putting the shit in my mouth and chewing on it.
Tuesday - Went home early and straight into bed as I had no energy.
Wednesday - Went home early and into bed again, energy level was worse.
Thursday - Called in sick again after coming so close to passing out on the tiled floor while trying to get ready for work. I was home alone, rang my mum and work in hysterics because I didn't want to faint and really hurt myself. Blubbering on the phone to one of my Superiors at work (Sharon) all I could say was that I was sorry and worried about the late night shopping shift. (Stayed in bed the entire day)
She could tell I was very sick by listening to me.
Thursday was the night I ate my first meal since going out to dinner. Bad huh. I had pasta and mum watched me eat every bite of it.
Friday - my RDO, spent the morning in bed again. Finally went back to the doctor and told her. She seemed concerned. Asked me if I was pregnant. I assured her it was impossible and she asked me a few questions. Turns out I seem to have a stomach infection however the alarming part is, I need to go back again on Monday to get blood tests.
Not just your everyday blood tests, I'm getting everything checked out. In a way I'm scared - but I know that I need to know what is wrong with me. A small part of me doesn't actually believe I have a stomach infection, I don't know why - I just feel that with the condition I'm in it's abit more than that. Perhaps a virus? Who knows.
The antibiotics I have to take is a joke. I have to take 8 tablets a day, no exaggeration. 4 in the morning and 4 at night, until they run out. I am praying she won't give me a repeat of them. I have my own little lunchbox that came with the tablets for me to keep them in. And my mum comes into my room and gives them to me, as if I'm an old person in a nursing home.
Went back to work today - still not feeling 100%. And the frustrating thing was I could feel my health deteriorating more and more through the day. I forced myself to eat, unfortunately it was Hungry Jacks. Ordered a Flame Grilled Chicken meal. Forced the burger down and threw my chips and drink out.
Got back to work, don't need to go into detail about what happened - but I was sick. Sat back at my desk, looking all flustered apparently and just sat there waiting for my energy to return.
It didn't.
The little bitch.
So yeah, again. Went home early - straight into bed I go. Waking up in time for my mums favourite meal - Tuna bake. Which I ate, but had to force myself to finish it. Feeling semi-okay so far.
My legs still feel hollow and I seriously look like a zombie. I want to go back to bed.
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