No Good

Yesterday, I fell down the stairs at work while trying to get a book for a customer. The stairs are out of view (thank God) but it caused such a shock that I accidentally gave the man a ten euro discount. This is the second time I have fallen down the stairs at the store, but this time was even more painful than the last. I have an enormous bruise on my back (where I again broke the fall) and another on my thigh (where I ran into a brick holding up a pile of books that subsequently fell on me). The Boy is starting to wonder what the hell kind of work I'm exactly doing.

After work, three of us went out to dinner. I had a good time, but came home early because I was very tired. By one am, I was already dreaming. By four am, however, I was running for the toilet, where I spent the next six hours. It is amazing how difficult it is to stay awake while expelling food from your body. I think the fatigue mixed with the pain mixed with the disgust lead to the shaking and crying that eventually overwhelmed me, and I know I certainly had a fever at some point. After a few hours, I went back to bed, only to get back up again two or three times. Emptied of much of my energy, I tried once more to go back to bed, but I was so frazzled by everything that I started panicking. When this happens, I try counting down from 100 and concentrate on breathing, sending good energy to where my pain is. Sometime around 50, I fell asleep. Three phone calls woke me up, as well as a delivery man at nine. At ten, when things seemed to calm down a bit, I called Vegas and told him he would have to open the store at noon instead of me... I was afraid of leaving the bathroom and my body was aching all over. More than anything, I needed sleep.

I'm not sure what pushed off this round of illness. I ate Japanese the night before, and I ate soy sauce even though I know it has gluten. I have yet to eat Japanese - ever, in my life - without getting at least mildly sick. So maybe that's it. It has never made me sick like this before; I seriously considered going to the hospital around 3 am. Regardless, I think I am going to stear clear of the Japanese for a while and I'm going to not let myself "cheat" on the gluten thing. Really, I just had a teeny-weeny bit of sauce...

The Boy was cute; although he slept through the whole thing, he listened with a worried face throughout my telling of the terrible tale that was my night. Then he offered to go buy my BRAT foods (I'm just opting for bananas and applesauce, though) and some medicine. I'm heading in to work - achy and grumpy and feeling a little inside-out - within the hour.