Be prepare folks, this won’t be a pretty post :/
All was well in Mattland until I tried to go to bed on Tuesday night. I was not feeling that great but not feeling too lousy either. I tossed and turned and tossed and turned until about 1am rolled around and I was still wide awake. I then felt the need to go to the washroom where I basically went back and forth from about every 10-30 minutes for the next day.
Over the course of Wednesday, I had some awful gas, horrible diarrhea, headaches, heartburn, and aches of every kind I can think of. Over the course of that day, I basically tried to sleep between my visits to the bathroom.
One such visit was an especially nice one where Tamara came to visit me. Yes, I was trying to take a bath to relax and she joined me in the bathroom, got on her knees and then proceeded to hurl ever so beautifully into the nearby toilet. Yes folks, it hit all of us in the Klem household. Dylan projectile vomitted on Tamara. I guess I was the only one not puking.
By the end of Wednesday, I still felt like crap despite having been in bed most of the day (aside from the bathroom breaks) so I knew I would be out of commission for one more day. I managed to get a little bit more sleep on Wednesday night and woke up still feeling like crap. Stomach was sore and my body still hurt. Since I had not eaten anything since Tuesday night, you would think that I would have been hungry but no way. I stayed in bed most of yesterday watching some television, sleeping, and trying to get as much rest as I could. I did however manage to help Tamara out with getting her car boosted since her battery died. That was about the end of my usefullness.
By the time the day finished off, I had finally had some food, and was starting to feel better. Not knowing whether I’d make it into work the next day, I laid in bed, watched CSI (Grissom’s last show š ), and went to sleep. Having slept through til around 6-6:30ish when Dylan woke up, I knew I’d be heading to work today.
I am running at about 80% today. Stomach still feels kinda crappy and my throat is a little acidic but I am generally feeling better. Better enough that I came in to work, and have kicked ass in some of my client work today. I am however glad it is Friday.
I cannot emphasize how much I HATE taking sick days at work. I think I have taken more sick days in the last 6 months than I have in a LONG time and the two I took this week are the worst sick days I have had in a LONG time. Tamara’s never seen me that ill and we’ve been together more than 5 years. I really try my best to get out of bed and go to work but man, I was in bad shape.
Apparently this “virus” is running around Moncton and many a people are catching it. Let me tell you, if you should be ever so unlucky to catch it, take my advice and stay close to the bathroom, have lots of extra PJ’s/underwear clean, and have a chuck-bucket nearby just in case. One of my geocache containers sat beside my bed just waiting but thankfully it didn’t get used.
I am glad that the weekend is here and that hopefully I will get a little bit more rest, and I can try to recoup some energy. I even think today I will try and snag me a healthy lunch. Hopefully that will help.
