Pain, paaaaain!

On Valentine's day, I came down with the flu or something (seriously, V-day, while not taken very seriously by us, seems to be doomed - last year was when Grimmy blocked for the 2nd time and the year before that we were working) after we went shopping. I spent all afternoon and night super sick (aches and tummy hurts mostly), and got even worse progressively over the next day. I don't get *really* sick often, and I like to think I get over things quickly. So I was not pleased when I was not any better by the evening. I have been able to keep the smallest things down (such as an Archer farms fruit strip, a few wheat thins, some Sprite to calm tummy, and a small bowl of miso broth), but that's all I've eaten since the 14th (before I got actually sick all I had was a Yakisoba ramen thing... doesn't really add much nutritionally). It's very frustrating finding food as comfort and being unable to eat it. I had a bowl of cereal like an idiot yesterday morning and threw that all up like an hour later (luckily the almond milk covered all the stomachy nastiness). I thought of Athena laying in bed for weeks and how incredibly BORED I was after only 24 hours stuck there. I couldn't even watch anything on Netflix because the sound hurt my ears. D: Light and sound were def my enemy. By the time Steve came home I was running a fever, the aches were even worse, and my skin did NOT want anything touching it. I also FINALLY created diarrhea (my body does not do this often and my tummy spent all day churning about working on it) and have been dealing with that ever since. I broke my fever late into the night, waking up in a puddle of sweat and feeling so damn hot! I spent the rest of the night getting up every so often to visit the good ol' bathroom.

Right now my body is just sore and a little achy, but I think my temp's good. Still not able to eat anything, which suuuucks. Drinking anything doesn't help much either. :( Scott's birthday shenanigans are tonight, and Steve kindly wrote me a part where Scott can just call me as I will likely be unable to participate. Regardless of my wellness level, I need a safe bathroom just in case! Steve spent most of yesterday at his parents' house with Pat planning Scott's birthday theme. I feel like I haven't seen him in forever! We did get to discuss that Pat was trying his best to make sure Scott's birthday didn't get any planning, and that his trump attempt was telling Steve, "A good boyfriend would stay home and tend to his sick girlfriend!" I found it funny and asked how he responded. He said something about how our relationship is more mature than that and that there was nothing he could do for me (there really wasn't, I would have felt more miserable and guilty if he'd stayed home since all I was doing was laying there/sleeping). AND about how I'm a good girlfriend and understand that he has responsibilities and doesn't care about me any less. He also had a terrible day yesterday at work but still managed to check in periodically. Pat was cute and stopped by with a small balloon and a get-well card, which I'll post soon because it was funny.

I'm starting to feel woozy again so I'm gonna get off now.

Pain, paaaaain!

On Valentine's day, I came down with the flu or something (seriously, V-day, while not taken very seriously by us, seems to be doomed - last year was when Grimmy blocked for the 2nd time and the year before that we were working) after we went shopping. I spent all afternoon and night super sick (aches and tummy hurts mostly), and got even worse progressively over the next day. I don't get *really* sick often, and I like to think I get over things quickly. So I was not pleased when I was not any better by the evening. I have been able to keep the smallest things down (such as an Archer farms fruit strip, a few wheat thins, some Sprite to calm tummy, and a small bowl of miso broth), but that's all I've eaten since the 14th (before I got actually sick all I had was a Yakisoba ramen thing... doesn't really add much nutritionally). It's very frustrating finding food as comfort and being unable to eat it. I had a bowl of cereal like an idiot yesterday morning and threw that all up like an hour later (luckily the almond milk covered all the stomachy nastiness). I thought of Athena laying in bed for weeks and how incredibly BORED I was after only 24 hours stuck there. I couldn't even watch anything on Netflix because the sound hurt my ears. D: Light and sound were def my enemy. By the time Steve came home I was running a fever, the aches were even worse, and my skin did NOT want anything touching it. I also FINALLY created diarrhea (my body does not do this often and my tummy spent all day churning about working on it) and have been dealing with that ever since. I broke my fever late into the night, waking up in a puddle of sweat and feeling so damn hot! I spent the rest of the night getting up every so often to visit the good ol' bathroom.

Right now my body is just sore and a little achy, but I think my temp's good. Still not able to eat anything, which suuuucks. Drinking anything doesn't help much either. :( Scott's birthday shenanigans are tonight, and Steve kindly wrote me a part where Scott can just call me as I will likely be unable to participate. Regardless of my wellness level, I need a safe bathroom just in case! Steve spent most of yesterday at his parents' house with Pat planning Scott's birthday theme. I feel like I haven't seen him in forever! We did get to discuss that Pat was trying his best to make sure Scott's birthday didn't get any planning, and that his trump attempt was telling Steve, "A good boyfriend would stay home and tend to his sick girlfriend!" I found it funny and asked how he responded. He said something about how our relationship is more mature than that and that there was nothing he could do for me (there really wasn't, I would have felt more miserable and guilty if he'd stayed home since all I was doing was laying there/sleeping). AND about how I'm a good girlfriend and understand that he has responsibilities and doesn't care about me any less. He also had a terrible day yesterday at work but still managed to check in periodically. Pat was cute and stopped by with a small balloon and a get-well card, which I'll post soon because it was funny.

I'm starting to feel woozy again so I'm gonna get off now.