Well it’s certainly been one of the more interesting 24 hours than usual. Of course, things being what they are, it actually started on Wednesday evening. Bill and I watched ‘Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World’ by Albert Brooks. It’s definitely sub par for Albert. Rather weak and insipid. Bill and I ate some Godiva chocolates as we watched and noticed how painful it actually was to watch. We recovered enough as we watched the Daily Show and the Colbert Report and soon after I fell into the arms of Morpheus (or whichever god of sleep you prefer) and slept rather peacefully.
Woke up the next morning with a feeling of ‘oh how I don’t want to go to work’ but it’s a feeling I get most days. I rallied and took a shower, had some coffee and my vitamins as I checked some email. Didn’t have anything to eat since I ran out of cereal. As I sat in front on the computer I felt a need to immediately rush to the bathroom. Took care of what I needed to do and from there things got worse. Oh I was sick. There I was dressed for work crouched over the toilet spewing forth like I hadn’t in years. And I hadn’t in years.
But still I had this ‘work ethic’ and I still made it in. I don’t remember much of the bus ride at all. I had to stop past Bill’s office to pick up something and when he saw me said I looked like hell, or rather flustered. I took note of that and got to my office down the block where I felt worse. I explained my appearance and felt then and there that maybe I should’ve stayed home. I made some coffee then sat at my desk. As I started to read my office emails I just started feeling dizzy.
I told president Naomi that I needed to go home right at that moment. She offered me a car service, but I declined. I walked over to the bus terminal and got on the bus. As the bus started going down Washington Street it picked up more and more passengers headed to the Path train. The exact opposite of how it is going into Manhattan. I thought it was odd, but then again I was ill. I got off the bus and bought some water and some juice and some ginger ale.
Two hours after I left the apartment I was back in the apartment. I hung up the clothes I was wearing and went back to sleep for about 6 hours. Woke up, walked around a bit, running to the bathroom several times. I had a fever of 101.5. Drank lots of water and orange juice, changed t-shirts a number of times and slept deeply. I had the TV on for company since Bill was at his parents. At various times as I walked to the bathroom I saw parts of the musical version of Scrubs and the Tonight Show featuring so really abrasive female comic in a black and white checked dress. Oh my she sounded horrible.
About 24 hours later, I feel a whole lot better. Temperature is normal. My bones are a bit achy. I called up and left a voice mail for president Naomi. She didn’t make it in so she never got the voicemail. I got a phone call from Wally who was wondering how I was doing. Apparently since president Naomi didn’t make it in she didn’t forward my message. It was the latest in a series of odd events in the past 24 hours.