Saturday morning I woke up and went for a run. It was unseasonably warm and I was overdressed. I also did not adequately hydrate. I ate 1/2 a banana with almond butter and went to meet my friend Jenna for a long-anticipated brunch at Prune. We’d been waiting in the sun for nearly an hour when I started to lose vision. I saw purple spots and felt nauseous, like I was going to faint. I got some juice at the spot at the corner. That helped a bit, but I was still going in and out of vision. I felt like I wasn’t there, like I was watching a cartoon. So Jenna put me into a cab, where I slowly regained vision, and we went back to my apartment (and still, I was so bummed about the brunch!). Despite my nausea, we thought I should eat something. So I ate the other 1/2 of the banana and Jenna bought us bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches. I drank some water and she left around 3. I had a dinner date with my dad at 7 and plans to go out later so I decided to take a nap. When I woke up at 5, I felt worse. Dad and I decided to cancel sushi plans hang out on Sunday instead, and I canceled my plans for going out. Thank god on all counts. At around 6 (the time I was originally going to meet my dad for a drink at The Regency), I threw up for the first time. Then again nearly every hour till 10. My dad came over at one point with ginger ale and gatorade and we watched the Georgetown basketball game. Liquids were barely staying down. I threw up again after he left.
The next day I woke up feeling woozy and slightly nauseous. My dad came over around noon with a bagel that I spent all afternoon working on. He hung out and watched more NCAA with me. I’m sure I was great company ;) He said he’d planned to spend the day with me anyway, so hey! It really helped to have him there, just to have someone to hang out with and talk to. I didn’t want to be alone. And I was able to keep food down - hooray!
I didn’t go to school today. Still feeling woozy/stomach unstable. Didn’t want to risk it. Instead I got to spend 3 hours at a clinic to see a doctor so I could have a note to show my principal. All I wanted was to be in bed, but she requires doctors’ notes when we miss Mondays or Fridays. Cunt.
I’m a real big baby when I’m sick. Especially when it’s stomach-related. This weekend, more than anything, I missed having the ex around. When I’m sick, I really need to be taken care of. And I have too much time to spend in my head. But, I was lucky. I had my father around. And when he left, I still had my friends. My girl Melissa came over after school today to sit and talk and order noodle soup with me. And everyone has called to check up on me, my lovely little network of people. It helps so much to have those friends, even when I’m not sick. I think everything’s gonna be alright.
