Wiped

Simply trying to sit here feels like work so this wont be long.

Saturday morning was another race morning, meaning it started around 3:45 AM with the alarm.  I wanted to get on site by 5AM to get the registration area set up.  I was the first one on site by about 20 minutes.  I had some glitches to deal with while timing the race but none of a major variety.  I even managed to get my Phantom up in the air to shoot some video briefly.

I went straight from the race to one of our remote offices as it was getting it’s equipment upgraded.  I had a long day there not getting off site until 5PM.  One of the guys I was working with was sick.  My assistant network admin was sick on Friday as well.

Saturday night I was beat as you could imagine.  We stayed home and watched Prisoner, my latest Netflix rental.  It was a really involved, really emotional and really long movie.   I’d give it an A-.

Sunday morning I headed outside early to take care of the chores that were unaddressed.  During the tail end of the roughly 2 hours I started feeling odd.  I was feeling tired and weak.  My first thought was I was just dehydrated but even after downing a bunch of water the feeling didn’t go away, it actually got worse.  It was like someone pulled the plug.

Well we had made plans to go do see Captain America at 4:20, even though I knew something was not well I wasn’t going to miss it.  Simple tasks like driving the SSR and even walking sounded like challenges.

When we walked in the theater at 4:15 I could hardly believe it, it was 100% empty.  Sure they were showing the movie every half hour because it is opening weekend but I could not believe we were the only ones there.  After the previews started I think one other couple walked in, so there were 4 seats filled of the roughly 500 available, wow.

I thought the movie was really good, maintaining the standard we have come to expect of Marvel superhero films.  The only thing that kept coming to mind was why the rest of the Avengers weren’t there with something this big going down.  It gets a solid A.

Sunday evening my symptoms started ratcheting up. Diarrhea was added to the symptom list. I felt like I was burning up and then shortly afterward I would be freezing.  All I wanted to do was lay down. I had absolutely no energy.  This lead to a very unrestful night’s sleep Sunday where it felt like I was waking up constantly.  I went to bed with the covers pulled up to my neck and wound up later on top of them stripped down to just boxers because I was sweating.

Now normally I would have called off work on Monday feeling as I did.  Unfortunately the hardware project required someone to be there at the start of business to make sure everything was running smoothly.  The other guys in my department were at two other locations that were also upgraded so I really had no choice but to go in.  I talked to my boss and told her my ailments.  She didn’t really want me to have to go in at all but I told her I would make sure the branch was ok and then pack it in.

I took a couple Advil and got through the morning, leaving the branch around 11:30. I went directly home and into bed.  I felt awful.  What made things worse was I couldn’t really sleep, it was more like micro-sleep.  I might half doze off for a couple minutes but then I would wake up feeling hot, cold or like I needed to go sit on the toilet again.  Despite not being able to sleep, any other option like watching tv or getting on the computer just felt like monumental tasks.  So I just continued to lay in bed all afternoon long, not pulling myself out until damn near 6PM.

I ate a dinner of tomato soup and jello, both of which Cindy prepared for me.  No food really sounded appetizing at all, I just wasn’t hungry.

Despite being in bed a good portion of the day I found myself back in there before 9PM.  I desperately hoped I would pass out and after a good night of solid sleep wake up feeling better this morning.  Unfortunately that wasn’t the case.  Instead I had another night of micro-sleep dotted with several cases of hell spawn diarrhea.  I chugged some Pepto to get through the night but it didn’t help me sleep any better. I woke up today feeling just as awful if not more so than the day before.

Thankfully today I did not have to be at work.  It’s a good thing as I have already had four five absolutely awful bathroom visits in the two hours I have been awake. I’m still sweating, still feeling weak, and still feeling like walking all the way to the master bathroom to brush my teeth is just too much to ask right now.  Yes, this sucks.