ˌrēˈɡrō/ verb/ gerund or present participle: Regrowing "to grow or be grown anew or continued growth after an injury or after having died or withered"
Yesterday started out like any other day.. 7am wake up.. get dressed.. do my hair and makeup.. gather my things and head off to work.. arrive a little early and go through my typical morning work routine.. Which includes reading (really browsing) all the major news networks, catching up on emails, and creating my list of to-dos for the day. We had a department meeting (which I was a lot bit apprehensive about)… and in that meeting I began to feel HORRIBLE.
You know, that sudden hot flashes and sweats that have you convinced you’re going to throw up… So, I began praying I would at least make it through the meeting, and thankfully I did. Fairly promptly after the meeting I told my supervisor I was leaving cause I did not feel well, and headed to my car with the windows up (what?!) and my air conditioning blasting (uh oh.. now we know it’s a problem).. I made it home, stripped off my work clothes and plunged in bed to lay there an concentrate on not puking, and falling asleep instead. Which, as long as I did not move at all the nausea was not too horrible. I proceeded to sleep for about two hours before I woke up realizing I was going to be re-visiting what little I had eaten that day (a peach and chocolate covered espresso beans about 6 hours prior). I proceeded to do a first, after puking and cleaning it up (where’s mom like when you’re a kid?!), I laid on the bathroom floor. I have never done that.. ever (that I can remember). But, it seemed like a must for the time, plus the floor was cool. Once I felt like the nausea had passed, I gathered up essentials in case it returned and headed back to bed for more sleep..
All in all I slept from about noon until 7pm (with minor wake up breaks), was up a couple hours, and headed back to bed for some more achy sleep until 7am when I decided I still did not feel up for heading to work, arranged to stay home.. and fell back asleep until noon. Whoa. Apparently I was really toasted.
Today I have had toast, a popsicle, and about 10oz of gingerale.. So far so good.
One of my roomie’s who is a nurse listened to my symptoms and informed me that it just sounds like my body was done and forced me to quit and rest… She pointed out how much I have been going in the last 6 weeks, and said it sounded like my body just needed a break.. So, in an effort to give it a break, I have stayed on the couch pretty much all day toodling around online and getting the last bit of my homework done (before I can be done with this class forever!).
So, apparently today is my forced STOP day…