I was jarred awake by horrible nausea at some ungodly hour last night. I stumbled into the bathroom and upon looking at the toilet, I couldn't figure out if what churned within was headed up or down. This is probably too much information, but I'm miserable with the bubbleguts and propriety is the least of my concerns right now. I made two more trips to the bathroom last night, and nothing inside moved anywhere. It feels like it's sloshing around in circles instead of preparing to make a hasty departure. I think I might feel better if I puked, but my guts seem content to just tease me with unrelenting nausea.
Today is the last official workday of the school year. The students' last day was Friday. Monday was a holiday and technically I should have been at work yesterday. Due to bed rest, I got to spend the day reading blogs and commenting to all you fine people. I'd much rather be home curled up into a ball moaning "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot." But no – here I sit at my desk, not wanting to move too much because that seems to agitate the pukaliciousness. Every few minutes I lean over the trashcan to breathe deeply and prepare for eruption, but I'm sorely let down. *sigh*
Blech. Hopefully this is just a 24-hour thing like Kyra's was.