Zuh

I woke up this morning with the mother of all neck cricks, extending down into my shoulder and making it impossible to do the little things, like turning my head or lifting my right arm or moving at all, without becoming nauseated and nearly blacking out from the pain. Good times.

Despite this, I tried to soldier on. I dragged myself into the shower, thinking that the hot water would loosen up my muscles a bit, and ended up huddled in the bottom of the bathtub, my head propped up on the side, the shampoo still in my hair dripping into my eyes, where I did my best to stay conscious and not cry or throw up, praying and wondering how in the world I was going to get out of the shower by myself, and not being able to muster the strength to shout for my husband to wake up and come help me.

Eventually, I managed to sit up and rinse my hair and then drag myself out of the shower, into some clothes, and down the stairs to the community kitchen. I've done this whole weird dizziness and near-blackout thing before, and eating usually helps [note to self: ask doctor about low blood sugar]. I had to take a lot of sitting down breaks on the way, but somehow, I got myself a glass of milk, then fell down into a comfy chair and curled up with my milk until all of the dizziness and stomach ishiness went away.

Not a fun way to start the morning, lemmetellya.

Despite all that, I was only ten minutes late to work (yes, I came to work. I wanted to call in sick, but I have a big job to handle today, and I didn't feel right about pawning it off on CAG unless I absolutely had to). Of course, I had to bring my makeup with me and put it on once I got here, and my hair's pretty hopeless; but I'm here. I'm still feeling pretty weak, and my neck and shoulder still hurt like a hurty thing, but at least it's not nausea-inducing pain anymore, and the dizziness seems to be of the past. I think I'm going to survive.

Ow.