Which made today a Day From Hell. Finally did take a Bella Alk once I got to work, after a nasty panicky departure in which I lost the pill bottle, gave up and figured I would do without for as long as I could, then urp heroically and see how I felt afterward.
Found the pills after I'd stumbled in. They'd burrowed to the bottom of my purse.* I was therefore able to swap queasy drifting mixed with red-hot annoyance for the semi-drunk, clumsy, ill-controlled effects of that witches' brew right before I managed to get into hot water with the brass. --Hell, I had it coming, almost, but anyone who has noted the parallels between tech-types and some other, challenged folks knows the problem with face time.
Now try that after a quick, stiff drink and looking into a well-irked face. Degree-of-difficulty points, hey? But I neither ran nor horked, 'cos I'm strong like that. Also, there was broken stuff to be fixed if I got through it. (Double-secret broken stuff that wasn't written up, even).
Stumbled and staggered through the day, did not break anything or cause outages, got half a bag of cheese crackers and a bowl of rice down for a late lunch, then found them wanting back out the way they came in right before going home time. So I tried it the other way: took another anti-heave prescription pill and drove home.
And if I am barfy tomorrow? Hospital. Trying to work while I have symptoms like this is idiotic. Even though I accomplished a little, the risks to myself and others were too great.
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* There is a reason why I love purses with a great many sections, pockets and compartments and this incident demonstrates it.
I have had (knock on wood!) only one weekend where the world would not stop turning. For me, it was an ear infection that antibiotics and anti-inflammatories helped make go away. Sounds like the root cause of yours is more complex, and i pray that it resolves quickly. Having BS at work doesn't help much either.
ReplyDeleteLike og said, hope things straighten out for you right quick.
ReplyDeleteBut I think you should have used the opportunity to decorate the indignant brass with slightly-used breakfast. Would make them think twice the next time.
Rickn8or, hells no; the only thing worse than middle management is not having middle management, but it's a LOT worse.
ReplyDeleteI DVRed the "House" marathon off cable last weekend. Almost done watching and should have a diagnosis for you by end of day. Will send details as soon as I get the Cheetos crumbs outta the keyboard.
ReplyDeleteThere's a biiiig spike of children somewhere on the autistic spectrum here in the Atomic City, much as there is in Silicon Valley...
ReplyDeleteIt's possible there are more serious reasons Stingray and I shouldn't reproduce other than "dun feel like it".
I'm with rickn8or.
ReplyDelete(Never had the opportunity myself, but I had an associate who did. "Post-mortem" comment from the big boss: "That's what happens when people are afraid to stay home when they're sick. You'd better hope it's not catching." The dept's minions bought the project-or a celebratory lunch after he recovered.)
On the eyeball thing: Y'all need to read Amanda Baggs's eyeball blog post. She is quite seriously autistic. The post is like OMG eyeballs eyeballs eyeballs eyeballs...
ReplyDeleteI just watched "The Holy Grail" again night before last. One of the cartoon monsters had tens of eyeballs. Eyeballs can be kind of scary to normals, let alone auties.