I got horrifically, violently, stomach-flu-ally ill on my birthday. IT WAS THE WORST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER.
I was at work proctoring an exam for students who need exam accommodations, and I started to feel sea sick looking at my computer. A few minutes later I realized I was shivering. A few minutes after THAT my arms started to feel tingly and I had to put my head on the table in front of me. That's when I dragged myself to the bathroom and stood just inside the door of the biggest stall and stared at the toilet wondering how close to it I could actually let my face get. I decided NOT VERY, so I hobbled back down the hall to another classroom where one of my TAs was giving her own exam to tell her I needed to leave and to please check on the students down the hall. I did not call my boss out of a dissertation defense to tell him I had to go home-- BECAUSE DECORUM, OBVS--so I sat shivering in my office with the heat turned up to 85 until the meeting got out. My appearance horrified him, BTW-- that's how good I looked.
On my drive home, I kept thinking I was going to pass out and I almost called Ben to come get me like 3 times. Luckily I made it, climbed under my covers, and stayed there for 12 hours, coming out only to vomit. I could not even sleep-- that's how shitty I felt. The blankets hurt my skin. I WAS SO SICK.
Weight loss: be careful what you wish for.
Dorothy's new thing is dress up. She put on her bonnet and necklace/headband herself.