It started on Saturday.
I worked a full day at the store and by mid-afternoon started to feel all-over body aches and pains. It was severe. I even took a nap on my lunch break. Pain pills didn’t do the trick. I came home after work and collapsed in bed, and fought back the pain for the remainder of the night.
The next day…diarrhea. Sorry, folks. Sorry to have to drag you all kicking and screaming into my digestive malfunctions. There’s something wrong about saying and writing “diarrhea.” It sounds so disgusting I almost feel like it would be less sinful to just tap out the F-word, but I won’t. Anyway, back to the subject. It was bad – the kind of bad where you don’t want to sneeze, cough, or laugh for fear that you’ll… we’ll, you know. And that’s the state I was in until just today, actually. I’m finally able to eat real food and I’m beginning to feel human again.
The thing is, this is the third time in 2 months I’ve had this. The only common denominator I can figure out is that it always happened after working a full 8-hour shift at the store – a rarity for me. I’m typically there in 4-5 hour increments. I don’t know if that had anything to do with the illness itself, and my doctor sorta looked at me like I was crazy when I told him about it, but that’s the only similarity I can find. I sort of wondered if the food on the hot bar might be making me sick, since I almost always get my lunch from there when I work full shifts, but I’ve been told that food poisoning only lasts for 24 hours.
Regardless, the episode totally threw me off this week, and I have a hard time keeping all the balls in the air as it is. I excitedly signed up for a Thursday morning Beth Moore Bible study at my old church, but I have had to miss the majority of the sessions thus far. I am finally going back to seriously working on my book, but I’m so out of sorts, all of notes and info look more like someone took a 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle and dumped it on my desk. It has been almost 4 years since my book came out. I feel like the cheerleader who breaks her leg, has to leave the squad, and when she comes back it’s all new girls. I’m out of the loop. And, yet, I’m really excited about getting back to work and making this thing a reality and not simply a topic of discussion.
I need an office. Not in this apartment complex.
I’m thinking that would help.
Off to the store I go. And I WON’T be hitting up the hot food bar!
