moan, moan, moan
I feel positively not-good today. It started last night, when I thought curling up and dying might be a positive alternative to, you know, not dying. I don't know what is wrong, but I feel like I'm going to faint, and I can't eat a single thing. I don't really feel nauseous, I just have zero appetite.
Last night, I barely slept. I kept waking up and rolling over and trying to get comfortable. And I was freezing. Absolutely feezing. I have flannel sheets and a fleece blanket and a comforter, and I couldn't get warm. I had to dump my cat (quite ungracefully, at that) off the blanket in which he was nestled on the futon, and I was still cold. Under two comforters, a blanket and a sheet. This is not normal.
If I hadn't had training in Cicero today, I wouldn't have gone to work. I never get sick. Ever. And I've never in my life called in sick to work. If ever I'm feeling not-good, it's never been bad enough to take a sick day. I just suck it up and deal with it, then go home and crash. Today, I was seriously considering calling headquarters and finding out how to get ahold of my trainer to tell her I wouldn't be there. But I didn't. I went. I almost went home at lunch, but I kept telling myself "it's only three more hours." Now, I just want to sleep for all of eternity. And tomorrow, it's supposed to be sleeting and snowing for the morning drive in, and I'm back in Oak Park, which is a not-fun drive anyway, so I have to leave extra early. Like, 6:30-early. Blah.
I am just one big ball of complaints today, aren't I? I'm sorry. =( What good happened today? I didn't have to go to my branch... got to sit in a room with two or three dozen other people and learn all about customer service. And then my team won at Jeopardy, and we got little piggy banks filled with gum coins. That was exciting!
Okay, sleep. Yes.