This weekend was great. Saturday, Luis got home with a grilled chicken sub, and the company of Jose and David.
We played on the N64 for many hours, and after I took a very nice refreshing shower, we headed out to dinner at the Hawaiian BBQ. Everything was going great, when suddenly I got a stomach cramp (I swear, it was out of nowhere). I let it pass a couple of times but after the third and most painful one, I rushed to the restroom. If you've ever had diarrhea before, then you know what that was and what happened next. But I had no idea, this was the second time in my life that this happened to me. Haha. I know, tmi, but this is so new to me.
So we rushed home, I ran to the bathroom, and after being able to finally get up, I took an Imodium pill and I was all better.
At around one in the morning, we were all still playing and I told Luis that I was hungry, so he reheated the chicken I hadn't eaten at the restaurant. We continued to play, and my cousins went ahead and spent the night over at our place. Sometime in the early hours of the morning I felt so nauseous, but I couldn't throw anything up. Again, the chills came in, except for this time, I had a fever. Worried, Luis gave me some cold and flu syrup, and once again, I went back to sleep. They ate without me, but I wasn't hungry, and I continued to go in and out of sleep until it was time for me to get ready for work.
On the way to work I had a fever again, I didn't have any ibuprofen or aspirin on me, and the only quick fix was an iced coffee from McDonalds. It worked great until the air conditioner at work went on what felt like full blast (I think it's because the room I sit in is right underneath the a/c vent). The worst hours of my life (cue dramatic music) ensued. I got so cold that towards the end of my shift, I had lost all feeling on the index, and middle fingers, and later thumb of my right hand. Even after the air conditioner went off, I was still a giant popsicle and nothing was letting me melt. Embarrassingly enough, I think the manager caught on because he sent me home an hour earlier than my scheduled shift.
After I got home, Luis stuffed my face with more cold and flu medicine, and very quickly, I was asleep again. We had concluded that if the fever and chills didn't go away by morning, he'd call in to work and I'd be in the hospital by ten. That didn't happen and the only real pains I feel this morning are in my lower back and knees. The rest of my body is just really sore, and I'm hungry.
I made it though. The thing that gives me most comfort is that I didn't freak my cousins out, I think that after years of living with them, they know how easily I get sick. Haha. I am thankful to the entire universe for Luis, because without him, I'm pretty sure I would have let myself rot in painful solitude.
I started a class today, but given that I have to go to work, and my condition, it was best to let it be. I feel disappointed but my mind is telling me that it's okay. I finally have some hours and I'd rather take advantage of them than miss a day because I spent my little bit of energy on a class...if that makes any sense at all.
I'm finds find something to eat now.