I'm not one to get sick with stomach stuff but this week has been a week from hell with vomiting and some diarrhea. After vomiting every 15 minutes the entire night on Sunday, it briefly crossed my mind how I was going to get to the ED. Scratch that, I would never go to the ED for N/V/D. I mean, really, I'm not elderly and I'm not under the age of 5. Besides, I don't want to be laughed at by all my co-workers.
What I don't get is how these people manage to even get off the couch to come in. I could barely walk down the stairs, let alone go back up them until night time. So, I did the sip thing, took some Zofran/Immodium and tried to ride it out. It's now Tuesday night and I still feel sick. WTF?
Making it worse was one of my crowns starting hurting like a real bitch and I had to drag my sick ass out to the dentist today. After some adjusting to my ever increasing mouth full of porcelain, I came home and tried to eat a little something. No go. Seriously, I can't eat anything without getting this over whelming urge to hurl. Then, to top it off, the cat has diarrhea. Nice.
I've got one more day off then it's back on Thursday. I might just have to call in, even though every time I have called in, it's the same excuse of N/V. All lies, maybe I better come up with a better excuse.
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