I was feeling fine yesterday until about 2:30 or so, at which point I started to feel a bit off. By 5 I was completely unable to function, and just sat near a couple of co-workers who were proofreading (under the guise of helping.) Left the office at 5:30 and walked out to the bus stop, where two of my co-workers were waiting for the bus. I was chatting with them normally, and then had to start walking away – I had that feeling I get when I know I’m about to throw up. I told them where I was going (so as not to be rude, and because I know they’d worry if I just walked off) and they followed to make sure I was okay. I did manage to hold myself together and not actually throw up, but they convinced me to take a taxi home. Fortunately, both of them also live on the North Shore (where I live) so we shared the cab much of the way.
Once at home all I could do was lie on the couch feeling weak and terrible. By the time Adam arrived I had camped myself on the couch with a bowl “just in case I didn’t make it to the bathroom.” Not fun. I couldn’t eat dinner, and had a fever. I eventually manage to throw up, which left me feeling weak and shaky and generally unwell, but it was a little better than the overwhelming queasiness. The fever came and went throughout the night.
Woke up this morning to heaps of snow outside, and I still felt pretty crappy, so I called in sick and spent the day recuperating. Judging by the news, it was a good choice. Transit was apparently awful all day. Vancouver doesn’t have snow-handling capabilities.
This evening I’m feeling much better – I’ve eaten this afternoon without adverse effect. The muddy head and queasy feeling has gone, as well as the fever. I’ll be going to work tomorrow, barring some horrible relapse.
Maybe this is to make up for the lack of morning sickness.