{ Mood: Sick }
{ Listening To: Jeff Dunham Spark of Insanity comedy special }
{ Reading: Luna by Julie Anne Peters }
{ Eating: Will be drinking the dreaded tea }
{ Scent: Whatever tea I choose }
{ Listening To: Jeff Dunham Spark of Insanity comedy special }
{ Reading: Luna by Julie Anne Peters }
{ Eating: Will be drinking the dreaded tea }
{ Scent: Whatever tea I choose }
Well, I've had an interesting two days, that's for sure. However, I'm pleased to announce the zombie has a shred of life inside of her. Zombies can't get sick, because zombies are a sickness, but this little zombie has been sick, sick, sick! Isn't that wonderful? = w=
It started yesterday with the lightheaded feeling, the heat. The wanting to throw up--again. It got real bad later in the day. My temperature was 101.8 and kept climbing. My head was pounding like a drum. But I got some sleep through all the interruptions. Wake up at 11, fall back asleep, wake up at 1, back asleep, two, asleep, four, asleep, seven, awake. That's where the fun began. I wasn't feeling too light headed this morning, at least until I sat up. Things were okay, though. I was able to get up to the bathroom . . . then my ears starting ringing. I mean, ringing like the bells of Notre Dame. Guess what happened then? A thousand black dots came swirling into my vision, like little evil fireflies, and the last thing I remember was staring at my pasty face in the mirror. Then I woke up on the floor with a terrible, terrible headache, crawled back to bed where the dots came back with that terrible ringing, and have been up ever since. Actually, I think I started dozing around one or two. After the heat waves.
Anyway, I'm almost happy to be sick, yet not so happy about what's going on with it. I still got a bad pain in the back of my head, but my sight and hearing are fine, nail beds a little blue, and tired. Cold, too. My temperature is normal, though, so I'll be okay after another dose of "Make Me Puke" medicine that's supposed to taste like raspberry, and some sleep. But I hate sleeping, hence the reason I wake up so often. I just need warmth. Soon.
It started yesterday with the lightheaded feeling, the heat. The wanting to throw up--again. It got real bad later in the day. My temperature was 101.8 and kept climbing. My head was pounding like a drum. But I got some sleep through all the interruptions. Wake up at 11, fall back asleep, wake up at 1, back asleep, two, asleep, four, asleep, seven, awake. That's where the fun began. I wasn't feeling too light headed this morning, at least until I sat up. Things were okay, though. I was able to get up to the bathroom . . . then my ears starting ringing. I mean, ringing like the bells of Notre Dame. Guess what happened then? A thousand black dots came swirling into my vision, like little evil fireflies, and the last thing I remember was staring at my pasty face in the mirror. Then I woke up on the floor with a terrible, terrible headache, crawled back to bed where the dots came back with that terrible ringing, and have been up ever since. Actually, I think I started dozing around one or two. After the heat waves.
Anyway, I'm almost happy to be sick, yet not so happy about what's going on with it. I still got a bad pain in the back of my head, but my sight and hearing are fine, nail beds a little blue, and tired. Cold, too. My temperature is normal, though, so I'll be okay after another dose of "Make Me Puke" medicine that's supposed to taste like raspberry, and some sleep. But I hate sleeping, hence the reason I wake up so often. I just need warmth. Soon.
