Being Sick

I am rarely sick. I don't remember ever getting the flu or pneumonia or anything related to the crazy weather around here. Allergies cause my eyes to dry out occassionally but overall, I am a healthy person. So yesterday when I woke up feeling light-headed and a little nauseous, I didn't think anything of it. I told Matt I felt kind of funny but honestly, thought it would go away in an hour or so. Mom and I took the car to Sour Lake because it's not working again and on the way back I got steadily worse. Anyone who knows me understands that cars in motion do not agree with my stomach, so I'm still thinking it's the heat and mom's driving. Little do I know that it's not hot. My body has decided to boil my own blood as I sit fighting off nausea anytime I move my head too fast. Matt calls and asks how I'm doing, (apparently he had a premonition of how bad this was going to get) and informs me that he'll be home in an hour to take care of me. By the time I get home, I can barely change into some cotton cut-off pjs and crawl into bed. Sasha, my loyal puppy climbs into bed next to me and I pretty much passed out. When Matt gets home, I'm sure he loved getting to see me too scared to move and griping about how hot it was when the temperature was 70 degrees at the highest. So, needless to say, yesterday was a long day. I pretty much lay in bed all day, waiting for my head or stomach to explode. Today, luckily I was able to move without wanting to puke even though I'm still exhausted and having some bad stomach cramps. It's official - I hate being sick. But a big thanks go to Sasha and Matt for putting up with me.

Sasha, my brave guardian, who decided nap time with me was better than treats.

My caretakers!