zoomaru

I feel weird. Weird in a very non-specific sort of way. Was it the restless night of sleep? Is that a fever I feel? When I went to bed last night, I was shivery cold although it was no colder in our room than normal. I layered on the jammies, socks and extra blanket and just couldn’t warm up. Of course, several hypochondriacal hours later, I was burning up, sweaty, clammy and a little woozy as I stumbled down the stairs for a ibuprofen. You know that sort of pre-swoon light-headedness? When you’re afraid you might have to lie down on the floor in a sweaty lump to make sure you don’t pass out? I clamored back to bed, removing a few of my layers in an attempt to cool down. Are my joints aching? Do I have some sort of deadly virus or infection eating my insides? Should I start panicking yet?

How about now?

Child is not feeling quite herself either. Wants to stay home, head hurts, whines at a drop of a hat. Even were we to stay home, I’d be miserable, which in turn would result in her being miserable. Wheeee!

But it’s this undefined offness that is hard to pinpoint. I’m supposed to go to a meeting tonight. I’ve been blowing them off lately. I guess I could probably sit there and be a zombie much as I’m doing at work right now.

Eh. It’s later now, I’m still worthless. To hell with the meeting, I think I’ll go to bed at 7! This is totally either the flu or ebola. I'll keep you posted.