I was reading my PC Repair Manual about 1 am this morning. I realized "Whoa, I feel sick. I'm going to blow chunks!" I emptied my stomach and tried to go to sleep. No sleep for me. Every half an hour or so I'd have to get up and chunder. About the fifth time or so (when I was just dry-heaving) I was pretty much over it. About the seventh I was ready to die.
I still went into work, but only made it an hour and a half into my shift. I was queasy, pale and generally looking like shit. Work sent me home.
I feel better now after crashing out for most of the afternoon- not enough to declare myself "well" yet though.
I still went into work, but only made it an hour and a half into my shift. I was queasy, pale and generally looking like shit. Work sent me home.
I feel better now after crashing out for most of the afternoon- not enough to declare myself "well" yet though.