I went to bed, and proceeded to toss around miserably for much of the night, waking every hour or two to vomit out whatever dregs (mostly water) were left in my stomach. This was accompanied by a very strange recurring train of thought, where my mind was visualizing my body as a series of connected balls, and trying to figure out how to purge the sickness by concentrating it in balls that could then be disconnected, but while retaining total balls that I would still be me. I kept interrupting this train of thought to remind myself that I was not a character in a video game and whether I got well or not was not dependent on my ability to solve a puzzle game. This reality never quite pierced the fevered fantasy.
Another thing that struck me as strange was that I was not really in pain. I was miserable, nauseated, restless, and whenever I got up I felt so disoriented that I thought I would pass out. But I wasn't actually hurting all that much. Unfortunately, the absence of much physical pain did not improve the overall experience to any notable degree.
At 7:10 this morning, I woke again, this time without feeling particularly nauseous. Which was a big improvement. I was, however, feeling pretty awful still: too tired to stand for more than a couple of minutes at a time, still a little dizzy when I stood, and my body ached all over. I'm actually in more pain now than I was last night, but I'm not nearly as uncomfortable.
I called in sick. I haven't eaten anything since dinner last night, though I've been drinking water. I'm kind of hungry, and kind of wanting some bland mushy food like oatmeal or cream of wheat, neither of which we have in the house. I may get brave enough to try fixing mac & cheese later. Really, I'd just like to be heatlhy again k thx. v.v