So, I'm normally one of those people who's on time, or even early, for everything. When D'Artagnan and I have been invited to house parties in the past, I've always insisted on getting there at the time it's meant to start, while D'Artagnan has always maintained that no one shows up until about an hour after the start time because otherwise they'll be asked to help set up. I always say that if I ask people to turn up at 7, I'll be ready and waiting for them at seven.
Anyway, I digress. Suffice to say that I don't take being late, or missing things, lightly. I hate the idea of letting people down or disappointing people. I've only just started a new job, and so far I've been 15 minutes early every single day.
Last week, I got a bit of a cold. I went to work as usual, was rather snuffly all day, but was still standing and there was no way I was going to have day off because of a measly little cold. The next day, I went into work again for 8. After about half an hour I felt like I was about to throw up. This went on until my break at 10am, where I just put my head down on my arms and hoped the nausea would fade away before I went back to work.
It didn't. In fact, my stomach started spasming and I ended up retching in the bathroom. Then I felt dizzy and faint and my legs wouldn't really support me. I was told to go home.
After being picked up (I didn't think I should drive in that state) by D'Artagnan, I got back into bed and spent the day feeling hot and cold and shivery and sweaty at the same time. I assumed it'd be gone in the morning. It wasn't, but I didn't have the manager's number to let her know, so I went into work to tell them I was still ill, where I was told I looked 'awful', and sent back home again.
That day the shivers and sweating went, but by 12 I was rather dizzy, and any attempts at walking led to my legs wobbling and threatening to give way underneath me, while the room, conspiring with my legs to keep me from going anywhere, decided to spin around me confusingly.
That day, any time I needed to go upstairs I had to crawl, and any moving about was done by desperately clinging onto the walls. I couldn't go to the shops to buy bread because I didn't trust myself not to fall into the road, and I couldn't crawl all the way into town, as Azariah suggested, multiple times. I think he just wanted the amusing image of me crawling along, clinging on to the pavement, and then trying to crawl back, dragging a bag of shopping. Well hah, that didn't happen! So no image of that for you! Except for the mental one, which I've probably just given you by describing this scenario. Oops! =P
Finally a doctor came to see me, who told me that the virus I'd had had messed up my balance, and I was given some anti-dizzy drugs. Hooray!
The next morning, I took a tablet, and expected to suddenly be better. I wasn't cured yet, and had to miss another day of work! I've barely been there a month, and I've already had 3 days off! This is terrible! People will think I'm one of those people who's always ill, or who takes days off all the time! Noooo!
This morning I got up ready for work, tried walking up and down the corridor a few times and jumped up and down a bit. The dizziness kicked in again and I got back into bed. So this is my fourth day off. FOURTH!!!
I'm pretty sure I'll be ok tomorrow though - I had a shower and got dressed this afternoon! I'm also planning to cut and dye my hair again this evening, woohoo! =D Fingers crossed for being all better and able to go back to work again tomorrow!
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