Hating your hobby
Yesterday I felt sick. So jacked up sick. I was at work, and everything was fine. Then around noon, I started to not feel as well. I told Bruce just so no one would be surprised if I ran to the bathroom or anything. Ilissa said I looked bad, and Kris said I looked pale . . . not good signs.
I'm not sure how I got home. It was all a mess to me. I had a massive headache and felt a little dizzy standing up. Oh dear, it horrible. Looking at the TV didn't help, and I really didn't have an appetite for food. I was upset, but I was too sick to be upset. I was upset that what is one of my favorite activities - eating - was out of question. It was one of those times that I knew it wasn't safe for me to drive. I knew I should eat something, but I also felt like puking anything in me.
Enoch happened to feel kind of sick too, but he was good enough to get around. He made some soup that I was able to down later. I ended up sleeping 9 hrs - a record for me in awhile. Working in the morning, usually I get 5-6 hrs. Not working, I usually can't sleep more than 6 hrs. So this was amazing.
But I must say,it's torture when you enjoy food but can't. I couldn't watch the food network. I couldn't even look at the magazine of cooking classes that I wanted to attend. It's sad when not only can you not eat, but the thought of it disgusted you. Talk about being delirious.
I'm really happy to be healthy today and to be able to eat. Health is a very important thing . . . It truly allows you to enjoy other things in life.
