Lucky Me

So, to start it off, I'm posting right now, instead of working, because I can't seem to stop throwing up anything I put down. My stomach is roiling, and just doesn't seem completely calmed down as of yet.

Why? No idea. Best explanation I can come up with, is bad chinese food. Which makes me wonder what I ate, that my three friends did not. The doctor said mild food poisoning, one to two days recovery and I should be alright. Well, this is day two, and I feel a little better, but still feel nauseous.

Weekend was interesting, to say the least. Paid my rent, got some groceries (by some, I mean none, and by none, I mean I bought a bunch of energy drinks). Saturday, was sitting down, watching tv, about to break into my new book(s)...When my phone rings.

Was kind of strange to hear from TK, after she'd dumped me a week before we had even gone out. However, I've seen weirder situations, and honestly, she was a friend before a love interest, and I saw no reason to blow that part of it up, just because the latter already did.

So she wanted to head out for coffee, which was cool by me. She actually ended up footing the bill for the day, which makes me note it on my mental catalogue that the tab is mine, next time around.

Though, I have to make a note to ask her, if we're friends now, does that mean that she can hook me up with one of her own friends? After all, that -is- what friends do, right? LOL

I find that an unlikely option, but never hurts to toss it out there, even in jest.

Sunday was the fun day. In order to get my energy drinks on saturday, I agreed to help Jenn move. Which is no biggy...Granted, it was a bit more of an undertaking than I had anticipated.

Her stuff? Easy enough, I could only help a little with it, sadly, muscular dystrophy makes for difficuly heavy lifting. Her mother's place...Which was our first stop...Now there was a disaster. The apartment wasn't cleaned, wasn't packed, and what -was- packed, was thrown pell mell into whatever was handy.

A less than pleasant experience, to say the least. Poor Shaun ended up hurting his thumb, trying to intercept a purse I was trying to catch. Ah well, that is what you get for being a horde lover, mother nature just takes a hate out on you and tries to find ways to hurt you. Remember that Shaun, you should change to Alliance. *sage nod*

After the second trip, (we went from her mother's to the new apt, then from her place to the new apt), I could barely stand. Which honestly isn't saying much, considering I did perhaps half the lifting Chris did (as in the guy who got into too much booze awhile back).

He was about as exhausted, and Shaun and Rebecca already called it quits after they moved Jenn's stuff (which was their original agreement). As much as we wanted to continue, well, myself and Chris at least, we were rather exhausted and unable to continue.

Shaun spotted me for Chinese, which is the issue with my current malady...Though I don't blame him, the food was delicious, and the conversation was excellent. Can't blame after effects on anyone by the resteraunt and metabolism.

Called the doctor monday morning, curled around my toilet, made an appointment for that afternoon. Vomited into a creek on the way (wasn't noticed, thankfully), and was told to take pepto bismol (which I don't have atm), and rest, that it would pass in the next day or so.

Today, still not so hot. Called in sick, thought to call in late and try and make it in, but just couldn't manage it. My stomach seems slightly better right now, so perhaps I'll be perfectly fine for tomorrow, if they want to fire me for attendance.

Ah well, least I'm paid up in rent and the like for the month of June. So it would end up being the best time to get dropped, have a whole month to find another job, right?

Not my goal, mind you. Just planning for the worst, which is my usual optimism.

Peace,

The Zodiak.