for the fourth time in the last year, i came down with the Mystery Illness.
the second i hit the sheets last night, i noticed something didn't feel right. was it the watermelon? was it the Dal Fry in the vacuum sealed package?
i went to sleep.
i woke up at 12:49pm still thinking about it and knew that meant that i wasn't feeling well. i jumped up and made a beeline for the bathroom as i felt the cold sweat beginning to break. i spent two seconds making my little towel bed on the floor before falling on to it. i thought surely i'd puke. i didn't.
some poop came out of me twice and there was another cold sweat where i thought surely i'd puke. i didn't.
after about two hours, i think, i dragged myself to bed.
today was the usual back and forth with nausea and exhaustion and body aches and an eventual headache. brian stayed home and i did my best to work on the project that is quickly coming down the chute. i seem to be mostly on the upswing, so no three or four day affair this time. we even went for a quick swim in the pool.
but seriously. what the hell? do i have a parasite or something? because none of this makes a lick of sense and it's really starting to piss me off.