print_r($recent);

Array
(
 [545]=>Collections
 [544]=>Good morning
 [543]=>You know the fee...
 [542]=>Date more, care ...
 [541]=>Moving On
)

 

RAMCal(date('my'));

December 2018
sun mon tue wed thu fri sat
            1
2 3 4 5 6 7 8
9 10 11 12 13 14 15
16 17 18 19 20 21 22
23 24 25 26 27 28 29
30 31          
archives(RAM);


print_r($newStuff);

Array
(
 [RAndoMness]=> 28Sep09
 [JPsDocs] => 22Feb09
 [JPics] => 10Dec11
 [frontpage]
 [FeedBack]
)

recent music
Boycott SONY

print_r($background);
Array
(
 [today]=>
 [past]=>backgrounds
)


  getentry(267); getentry(269);
printentry(268);

   
Rapid degeneration
added Sat June 12 2004 at 8:59 PM
2 comments
I was fine in the morning. I had a hard time waking up, but I wouldn't call that completely abnormal. It was a bit strange because I had gotten plenty of sleep the night before and I still could think of nothing other than going back to bed. I did eventually get moving, and I thought I was fine.

A couple hours before work, I started to have what I assumed was some kind of allergy attack. Every sinus in my head was starting to complain a little. Just a dull mumur, but enough to get me to take an antihistamine. I brought the bottle to work so that I could take another one when I ate my Cup-A-Noodles.

At work, I started to get very tired. Not the normal "I didn't get enough sleep last night" kind of tired, more akin to, for lack of better analogy, when I had mono. During my 6 hour shift, my condition went from mildly annoying to "somebody ran me over with a freight train." I felt like I was about to pass out several times. But I kept working. I wasn't really aggrevated by work, because my job is not at all pbysical. I just sit there and dial.

On the way home, I empathized with how my mother must feel on one of her "dizzy days." I found that if I moved slowly and didn't close my eyes too much, I could keep the world from spinning too much. Unfortunately, I had to run an errand after work, so I was forced to get in the car and drive to the other side of Orem, only to find that the manager I was supposed to submit my application to at IHOP didn't come in tonight.

I had made plans with Merry, so I was almost glad that she wasn't home when I stopped by her place. I don't think I could have done anything more active than go to a movie, and even that seemed rather strenuous.

I imagine that I must have looked rather drunk to my roommate as I staggered over to my bed and cleared it the best I could. At first, I didn't succeed in stacking up the pillows to help me sit up enough to breath right, so I just collapsed onto the bed. After an indeterminable amount of time (I went to bed at about 1030, but didn't sleep well at all), I was forced to prop myself up using the pillows. I didn't have nearly the strength to push my bed back against the wall to get rid of the crack that they were filling, but I managed to do that sometime in the night.

Sleep last night was filled with feverish dreams of people somehow using my "special condition" to create some kind of strange machine. Don't ask, I still don't understand it, and I was convinced that it was true. The first real *sleep* that I got was from 9 am to noon, which was exactly the time that I was supposed to call in sick. Funny that I was out in the kitchen contemplating food (I decided against it at the time) at 6 in the morning, but sound asleep at 10 when I could have called work.

Today has been an exercise in seeing how little I can move. My entire body aches, plus the headache returns with a vengeance if I move "too quickly" (any kind of movement to the door automatically fits the definition of "too quickly"). I've spent most of the day in bed, drifting in and out of sleep as a defense mechanism.I'm definitely feeling *much* better than I was last night, but that isn't saying anything. At this rate of recovery, I should be able to make my interview on Monday morning, and work afterword. I hope that I'm feeling well enough to go on a photoshoot tomorrow, since I feel guilty having the camera but not being able to use it today.

I'd leave my adress for people to send me chicken soup, but I don't think I'll still be sick by the time it gets here. If you're in town, though, stop by and pamper me (I don't think any cute girls in Provo read this, but you never know).
 



mom says:
If you are not feeling way better by Monday, please get yourself to the doctor!!
posted Sat September 23 2006 at 1:58 PM



big sis says:
my goodness what did you eat!!!!!! silly brother! I hope you are better soon! or already scince you got a slurpee! mayber youhd what I'm coming down with... but even though I have no work I have no time to be sick!


posted Sat September 23 2006 at 1:58 PM

 

 
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