Out of Commission.

So help me.

Oh, Happy Birthday Aubree! The big 21, I believe.

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Here's the deal. Monday, my Birthday, my mom came down for some work stuff and got a hotel and we were all gonna go raid her hotel and pool, go out to eat and have a lil' party for me bday. Well it was prolly around noon that I decided I didn't feel too good. I didn't want to eat but I had my favorite dish here so I ate some. Then it got worser. By 4:30 I was full blow ready to puke my guts out. I moved slowly, nausea, and went pale. I stuck it out til 5pm and drove home. I guzzled some nausea stuff, supposed to help upset stomach, told the party they were on their own for dinner. I definitely ain't eating tonight. I slept for a bit, complained on the phone to me mum mainly the comment of "at least I made it to age 22", attempted to sleep more, ate ice and flavored ice... moved slowly, felt as my body became weaker and my legs shook when I stood and my head felt like a boulder on my shoulders, my neck straining to keep it up. My tummy felt much better after eating cold stuffs tho. I had a fan, the window open, lack of clothing, eating ice and an ice pack on my head. I was ready. Ready for the 24 hours to be over with.

I can NOT handle nausea. Nope. No way. Give me a cold, make me throw up, give me sinus infections, anything, once you make my head spin my stomach want to hurl then game over. I quit. Needless to say I didn't make it to work on Tuesday.

Tuesday I had strength to actually stand long enough to take a shower at 8:30am. To be cleeaann. After the shower my head didn't feel as much of a boulder and the feverish feeling calmed down too. I watched Aladdin and maybe read some. And I pooed! Hey, it has to come out one end or the other. And for some unfortunate reason I wasn't puking it. Then I went back to bed at 11am and didn't really wake up til 4:30pm. I didn't think I could/would do that. I guess I slept well during the night, I only remember the slow motion roll over moments making sure my head was in tact when I moved.

For some reason tho drinking things seemed to play with my gag reflex more than chewing. So I wanted to chew, which was not a good thing really. I have every right to be afraid of food after that! But I could tell the difference between tummy hurt puke pain and the tummy hurt hungry pain. I couldn't satisfy them both so I let the hungry one hurt. Mom avoided me this whole time. I thought it could be one of those times when you get sick and you live to far away from Mom to hold you like she used to, but now my Mom was in town...and she avoided me. Sniffles. Mommies make it all better, ya know? But she came by on her way out of town and I made her buy me a Slurpee. I was ready to get up and going after 5pm. But they insisted I wasn't better. Pff. What do they know. They can't tell me how I feel. Mom said we'd do something on Tuesday night since I couldn't on Monday. She lied. She left me. She kept saying Saturday all these things we'd do. Pff. She lies. She tells me she'll drop everything and be with me when I come up or something. She doesn't usually and if she does she doesn't want to anything I wanna do. My one chance and I was sick. Grr.

She's asked me what I want for my birthday. I honestly can't think of something b/c everything I want... I can afford and have already bought. I spoiled myself. And I earned the right to spoil myself. But I thought really hard and came up with some things. Then she tells me that I 'don't need that' or 'whats the point of that' and 'you won't use that if I got it' and blah blah. Ugh. Fine. These are things I would get myself anyway, just thought she'd want to buy me something.

And Wednesday I woke up in a much better mood with all the sleep, no nausea, no boulder head, still a lil' weak and a lil' nasty sweat episodes. They were all surprised I was up and ready by Wednesday. I told ya'll I was good on Tuesday night. But nooo. Its 24 hour flu not 72 hour flu.

I came in the office and the boss was proudly beaming about how he did everything all by himself yesterday so I wouldn't have a huge load on my hands. Woo. He saved 30 minutes of something for me to do today. But, in his mind, it was a nice thing to do. Noted and appreciated. Then he goes on about all the stuff he got done. He said he called the shredder ppl to come shred his files and we went down the basement and he points out all the piles of files that I pulled out like a week ago ready to be shredded and he says "Look, all these piles are ready to be shredded" Uh. "Yeah.. I know.. I put all that together to be shredded like a week ago...." Smile and nod and say Good Job! So help me. He tries so hard. And I noticed all these things downloaded on my compy that I've been trying to stop downloading for the past couple of weeks b/c of that malware virus... Greeaat. But he was so proud of all the organization he had done while I was gone. Note to self: My sick days are good for the boss too.

He has to sit out at my desk apparently cuz he can't hear the phone otherwise (i think the phone system is stupid, but whatev) so my desk is all askew with his signature all over indicating it was obvsiouly him at my compy. He settles down at his desk this morning and takes a deep breath and simply says to no one visible (I wasn't in there) "I'm glad your back." He, like Ralph, and maybe most men his age I've noticed, are the type that likes ....someone to just be there. Even if they're not doing anything, its just comforting to know someone is there just in case. See, Ralph loses files and rants and raves til you help him look. You could half heartedly and slowly look and he's just fine and he'll eventually find the file. I didn't really need to find it, I just needed to show up and pretend to look. Jim apparently just wants me to be out front here, we both know I don't do a lot, but it helps him relax I guess knowing that I'm here. I don't think I'll ever fully understand that.

I dont think I've ever got this sick so much when I worked with Ralph. I didn't use as much gas, I didn't eat so much, I didn't get sick so much, I didnt miss this many days with doc appointments. Who knew the pro's and con's of this job would show up like 6 months after the job.

There's a battle in mah tummy. I attempted to eat oatmeal this morning. I don't think I should've done that. Hey maybe this will help me with my weight loss. Being afraid of food. These canker sores have got to go away. Then it decided to pretend to rain which does not help allergies which does not help my health.

Everyone texted me on my Birthday and I didn't respond cuz I wanted to puke. Maybe I should text them back now. So far I've learned that Natalie, Arthur, Mindy and possibly Braxton has gotten this flu also. Well, it can't be food poisoning then eh. And since mom has been around all of us, she'll be next and then Dad and well, you know the cycle. Greeatt. Well, I could've died on Monday and my family would feel bad b/c I invited them to my bday dinner the day before I died and they had more important things to do. I could've died of the flu and neglect and you would all feel bad!

It's Adminstrative Assistant Appreciation Day and I'll take the day off that I had yesterday as part of my appreciation and the audible "I'm glad your back" from the boss as acceptable appreciation.