Sick of Being Sick

So, I've been sick all weekend, though I know it kind of started gradually a few days before that. The pharmacist at Shop-n-Smile -- my only form of healthcare since I currently have no health insurance -- told me it sounds likes a flu that's going around. Basically it started off feeling like when I had mono when I was 15. Every time I stand up I feel really dizzy and nauseous and after just walking around for a few minutes, these two symptons surge dramatically, I start to feel really tired, and I have to just sit down or lay down for a little while. I have almost no appetite (a REAL rarity for me who never passes up a chance to eat!), and several times an hour I am forced to visit the bathroom (I'll just leave it at that). Every now and then I'll start to feel better and think, "Oh good, I can do this, I can go to work." And then the super-crappy feeling will wash over me again and I'll have to lay down until it subsides somewhat. What really sucks about missing work, is that for the first time in awhile I have hourly jobs, not salary, so when you miss work, you really fuck up your paycheck, not to mention it's TWO jobs I'm losing money from.

Last night in bed I was lying flat on my back in an effort to keep my stomach as calm as possible, which sucks since I always have trouble falling asleep on my back. Still, it churned and whirred away to the point where Beau suddenly exclaimed, "Geez, is that your stomach I hear?" "Yeeeeees," I said in a whiny voice. I'm a baby when I'm sick; I like to be taken care of. Beau made me soup and gives me orange juice which I love. I feel so ungrateful to eat a few spoonfuls and then put down my spoon in disinterest. Beau is the polar opposite. When he's sick (which he was last week with a different kind of illness), he'd prefer to crawl into a cave alone until the sickness passes and then emerge healthy and happy. You can imagine what a great patient this makes him when you try to take care of him. That Scottish stubborness comes out full force until I forget that he's sick and want to smack him upside the head.

So, it's 10 minutes 'til 11am and I'm contemplating going in to the university at 1pm to do half my shift. It's really a bad idea to be sick when you start a new job, and I have a feeling it's a really bad idea with this particular one. Most of that job is spent on my ass anyway, so I could probably do it. I'm just so sick of being sick already and I'm really frustrated. But I know, I should probably just stay home and watch Charmed and forensic shows and Dr. Phil. And I probably will.

Fart.