Sick and Tired…

Foremost, sorry about not blogging for a while.  I’ve been busy and lazy at the same time.

Moving on…

I’m sick. I kinda felt it coming on as far back as Tuesday. I’d been tired and jittery all at once and that’s never good.  I went to bed super early that night, got ten hours of sleep, and woke up tired. Went to bed earlyish on Wednesday too.  And woke up early on Thursday aching all over, just knowing nothing good could come from eating anything.  So I called in and went back to bed.

I slept for a while and then called my dad to ask if he thought I was having a heart attack because my back and shoulder hurt and I didn’t have any appetite. Went over to his place for a while and he kinda talked me down. He called an Urgent Care for me and was ready to take me there and get an EKG done if I felt like I needed it. But talking about it out loud, it started to feel silly, and ultimately I’m the only one who can decide if I’m going to a doctor or not…and I decided that since the Ibuprofen is helping and I’m not falling over or anything…maybe I’ll save the deductible for my first REAL heart attack.

Then it rained.  POURED.  There were tornado sirens and the power was blinking in and out.  Out of nowhere, it was nighttime outside at like 5:30.  One of THOSE storms we’re lucky enough to get here from time to time.  The kind where my cable and Internet have been blinking out ever since.  Since I was there already and not stupid enough to try to drive home, I spent the storm hanging out in Dad’s basement. Going up and down the stairs without getting winded convinced me that my heart is working and my back just hurts because of course it does.

After the sky had cleared a bit, I went to the grocery store to get some soup. And they were on generator power, so that was pretty much the only kind of thing they were selling. The power had been out there for an hour and a half. It was one heck of a storm.  There was a stoplight completely blacked out right in front of the place, too, and I could see the block of shops across the street was also without power.  The grocery store had a bare minimum of lights and was still selling anything that wasn’t refrigerated or frozen, but they were going to have to trash all their cold food by that time.  Rough afternoon for everybody, I guess.

I bought and ate the soup and it went fine. I still didn’t really WANT it, I just thought I *should* eat. It’s weird for me to not feel hungry. I spend most of my day thinking about what I’m going to eat next…so being at “I guess I should cram SOMETHING down” levels is pretty unwell for me.  But I forced down the chicken noodle soup and all went well.

I got up today and still felt very uneasy so I stayed home again.  I’ve got a very understanding work-group, staffed with great people.  They lost power today, presumably somehow because of last night’s storm, I guess. So I guess I didn’t miss a lot by staying home. I talked to one of my team-mates by phone a couple of times throughout the day as much as I could to help with some questions and whatnot. They’re helping me out, so I tried to help them too.

I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich around 12:30 (noon), again not out of hunger but because I figured I should. And a few hours later I discovered that my stomach didn’t appreciate the PB&J in the same way it did the soup. Remind me to shop for pants, by the way.  It’s been a while since I’ve done that…

I had some toast about three hours ago and so far have been sitting comfortably on the couch ever since. I’m kinda hoping I just bought spoiled jelly.

Of course, I’m writing all of this in case it does turn out that my heart is failing so there will be some record of how I died and my stupidity in overlooking it. Or this can also stand as a warning: If it was the jelly, someone should throw it out instead of making another sandwich.