Stomach flu. Or food poisoning. Either way, just let me die. Wonder if it’s related to the Cool Whip that I take out of the freezer every night, let it soften, take two bites from, and then put back in the freezer. Ugh. Gross.
In half an hour I’m supposed to be leading a session for a fancy client. That is totally not happening, mainly because I don’t want to vomit all over the floor halfway through the session. My efforts to find a back up have totally failed. They’re on their own. I hate having to do that. It’s shitty. I do a favor for a friend and pick up this session, and then the day of I have to back out. Horrible. Just horrible.
I’ve never been the type of person to drag myself out of the house when I feel like dying. Frankly, I’ve never understood how on earth people are able to do that. How can you sit at your desk, stare at the computer screen, and get any work done while you’re also trying to hold all your puke down? Vomiting is bad enough, but when you’re forced into a little stall and you know all your coworkers are hearing you it makes it that much worse.
No thanks, I’ll stay home, curl up on my bathroom floor, and then cry while I throw up.