Last night, I woke up at 2AM with what I thought was terrible indigestion. What it ended up being is a gastro virus - either a bug or food poisoning.
I spent the rest of the night riding it out and writhing it out in the bathroom, and at 7AM, called my boss to tell him I wouldn't be in. In nearly 3 years at PureSafety I have never called in - even the night I spent in the ER with the abscessed tonsil, I came in on time that morning and never even mentioned it til months later.
Thankfully, the symptoms are mostly dormant at this point, and I mostly feel sore, feverish and weak. I am trying to get some Gatorade going, so that I don't dehydrate. I feel like absolute hell, though. And now, I'm worried Matt's got the same thing. He came home feeling dizzy and is camped out with Lola in the downstairs bedroom. No word on if the carnival ride of cramps and fluid loss have hit him - I'll leave him be for now.
So, while this day has sucked balls, I can say one good thing. When I get loopy from illness, I tend to get creative. In fact, while Lola was taking such good care of me, I came up with a pitch for a new primetime show on NBC: K-9 RN. The story of a medical practice which uses dogs to help calm, comfort and diagnose patients. Medical Drama like you've never seen it before. I mean, I believe that a Jane Leeves (Frasier) or a Melissa Leo (Homicide) would make it sing.
I'll be taking meetings next week.
I'm also working on a story about a beloved children's book character in modern day context. A hint? Upside-down house.
But for now, Gatorade.