December 8th, 2006

This Sucks

First of all, a warning. The following contains stuff that you probably won't want to read, just because of the content, but there's no way I'm putting an entire entry behind an LJ-cut, so read it at your own risk.

So, continuing on with being sick. It sucks. Earlier on in the night (about 8:30), I was down here, doing stuff on the computer, when I started to get more and more tired. I ended up just closing all the stuff I had open, then went upstairs to bed. I slept for what felt like a good 5 or 6 hours, but when I got up to the bathroom, I couldn't tell what time it was. Things were somewhat light outside, so I figured it must be early on in the morning. Of course, after I finished up in the bathroom, I went back into my room, crawled into bed, and opened my DS to check what time it was (seeing as I had the alarm set on it). To my dismay, it was only 11:47 or something. I really hate that in these circumstances. You have a good, restful sleep, and expect to wake up to find that it's 8 or 9 hours after you went to bed, but then you take a look at a clock, and find that you've only been asleep for a couple hours.

Sometimes that's fun, such as once, a while ago, I went to bed around 7pm because I was extremely tired, and the next time I woke up, it felt like I'd been asleep for almost half a day. I was very rested, and felt infinitely better that I had when I'd gone to bed, but when I looked at my clock, I found that it was only 9. If we hadn't been in school back then (and thus subject to our parents' rules on bedtime), I could've gotten up, and come down here like I am right now, and just done whatever I wanted, but no. In that particular case, I had to stay in bed.

Anyways, today on a whole sucked. After I finished writing my previous entry, I went back upstairs to bed. When I woke up, my legs felt wet, and there were puddles of something in various places on the bed. For a couple seconds, I dismissed it as being sweat, but then I actually realized what it was. Diarrhea. I stumbled into the bathroom, and sat down on the toilet, and once I was finished there, went back into my room. At first I just settled on flattening out the blankets that were on my bed, and just sleeping on top of those, but that was too uncomfortable. I took the mattress cover off, and grabbed the soiled blanket, and brought them down to the basement. They're still there right now, and I'm hardly even able to go down the stairs to put them in the dryer.

So I put those two things in the washer, and went back upstairs. Because the mattress cover on my bed was gone, I just sat down in my chair, and stayed there for about 10 minutes before I had to go to the bathroom again. While I was in there, I attempted to clear my mouth out by sucking everything in there into one big ball, then spitting it out into the garbage. I don't know what happened, or why, but that made me start feeling even more sick. I quickly flushed the toilet, and got down on the floor in front of it, and I'm sure you can guess what happened after that. Interestingly enough, during all that, when I flushed the toilet to get rid of all my puke, the smell that came from it when it was filling back up was curiously calming. Probably because it was mostly cold air, now that I think of it.

Once that was done and over with, I stayed in my room 'till about 3, before going downstairs and phoning Earl to let him know I wouldn't be coming in for work tonight. I think he was pissed at that though, because after I told him, he just said "You're not coming in? Okay bye." I told him I was sorry, which was answered with a second "Okay bye." I know once someone calls in sick, you're pretty much in a rush after that to find someone to replace them, but it just seemed really weird.

From there, I crawled back into bed and attempted to play some more Vice City Stories, but the position I was in was causing me cramps or something else that really hurt, so I put my PSP down, and moved to my chair. That's where I stayed for the next couple hours, just reading random Readers' Digests. One of these days, I'm going to beat that mission on Vice City Stores (it's the first one, heh), but it seems that whenever I pick it up to get somewhere on it, something happens that prevents me from playing it.

As for this sickness on a whole, I don't know. It's been ages since I got sick to the point where I actually spent most of the day in my room, so it seems odd that I'd just get something out of the blue like this. I'm really hoping the worst of it's over by tomorrow though, because I couldn't bring myself to call in sick a second time. I suppose it's a good thing EB Games didn't have Wiis today either, because I'd hate to end up actually getting one, and not being able to play it because I was feeling sick. I suppose though that it would be better to buy one and not be able to play it immediately, as opposed to refusing to leave the house entirely because you weren't feeling well.

With that, I'm going to head back upstairs though. I'm getting pretty tired again, so hopefully this time I'll stay asleep 'till my alarm clock wakes me up. As for work tomorrow, no, I don't want to call in sick again, but I may not have any other choice. We'll have to wait and see :\
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    sore sore

Screw This

I just phoned EB Games. Someone picked up on the first ring, just with "EB Games?". Asked if they got any Wiis in today "No, they're already spoken for." I am so sick and tired of all this BS with trying to get one. I've had the money upstairs for nearly a month now, and every single time I come remotely close to having the chance to use it, something has to happen. Y'know what? I should just tell Mom and Dad that's what I want for Christmas, and say that if they find a place that has one, they can come to me to get the money.

Seriously, every single time something like this happens, I have to wonder if my dream "prediction" of February 25th will really end up being that far off.

Oh and as for being sick, no change yet, really. I'm not nearly as sore as I was last night, but I am still feeling a bit nauseous, so I don't know how things are going to go today. One weird thing I found last night though was that I really can't lay with my stomach down on anything. I felt like I was going to throw up after I went back upstairs last night, so instead of just trying to find a more comfortable position in bed, I got up, and moved my blanket and pillow over to my chair. Worked like a charm, except for that I find it incredibly hard to fall asleep in that sort of position. I was able to get tired enough that I could move back to the bed, and fall asleep without too much trouble. Going to work tonight still remains uncertain, but I suppose we'll worry about that when the time comes. My butt has become so sore though that I can hardly even wipe it with toilet paper after I've finished in the bathroom. Well, that, and I can't even sit down without pain either.

Edit: And one of the reasons I want to tell my parents they can look into getting me a Wii for Christmas is that I'm getting sick and tired of all this runaround involving so much as finding out when EB Games will be getting more. I actually think that'll be my Christmas list then. A Wii, and just the regular stocking stuffers. Yeah, I would honestly prefer to get more presents, but I know I said it at least once before, that this is the first Christmas ever where we've actually had money to buy the things we wanted. Thus, there's not alot for our parents to get us.
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    pissed off pissed off

Calling in to work again

GG. I'm at the point where I figure I might as well call in again tonight. As long as I'm stationary, I'm fine, but when I start moving, bad things happen. Problem is that I can't bring myself to phone them, just because I'd feel so horribly guilty about doing such a thing. The thing is though, I am feeling notably better today than I was yesterday, so I would phone them, and say that I won't be in tonight, but that I will be tomorrow, but I'd rather find some way of saying "I'll be in tomorrow", that doesn't actually say "Yes, I will be for sure", or "I'm just saying that so you don't get completely angry at me."

Like, I want to go to work (fancy that), but I don't think I'd be able to handle it with the condition I'm in right now. I feel sorry for the people that have to work the shift without me there, especially seeing as I can just see them calling in Steve to take my place, when he's still new there. I know I'm screwing them over, and although it is nice in a sense to have a night off that I'm technically not scheduled for, I really feel bad about it.

Oh, and yes, new color scheme :) The darkish one was really getting old. I know it screwed up my way of keeping a chunk of text hidden in one of my old entries, but I'll be darned if I'm going back to fix that.

As for today so far, it hasn't been extremely bad. I've been in front of the computer for the whole time, so just as soon as I'm able to work up the nerve to call in sick, I plan on going out and playing Okami, or at least doing something that doesn't involve the computer. I had a couple pieces of plain toast (nothing on them) earlier, and no ill effects have come about yet, so hopefully I will be able to have some sort of supper tonight.

Well... that certainly went better than I expected. I just phoned Taco Bell, and Markie answered. She's not a manager, so the first thing I asked was who the manager there at the time was. Apparently Earl, Shelia, Josh, and Sarah are all on :p I just told her to pass along a message to one of them that I wouldn't be in tonight, so that's taken care of. Gawd, it makes me feel bad though. I swear if whatever I have right now isn't cleared up by tomorrow, and I have to call in again, I'm going to actually go there in person to tell them.

What am I trying to say with all this? Being sick sucks. Back in public school or whatever, yeah, it was fun, because you got a day off school, where you could stay home and do whatever you wanted That is, assuming you did the same thing me, Adam, and Naomi did from time to time, which was faking sick to stay home when we had a project due, or test to write or somesuch. I still remember what I told Dad or Mom every single time: "I just threw up in the toilet, but I flushed it". Even I wouldn't have believed myself :s

I do expect Josh at very least to call back though. He's hounded me before, when I first started working there, about calling in sick every single weekend, but I wasn't really sick then, and now I am. What a wonderful turn of events.
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    guilty guilty