I Live!

I usually only work one night a week at Blockbuster. This week it was Tuesday night. I went in on Tuesday night feeling fine. Probably the only odd thing that happened that day was that I found myself sleeping a long time that morning -- like until it almost wasn't morning anymore. But I felt okay. I got to work and thinking I was hungry went to take my break almost 2 hours after I got there. Five minutes into eating my dinner, I had to make a run for it. And after the second time, I realized it wasn't just low blood sugar. I told the assistant manager I had gotten ill and she didn't even hesitate to send me home. She has kids too so I know she didn't want it.

That has never happened to me though. I cannot remember a single time when I was already at work and had to go home because I got sick while there. There have been a few times when I haven't felt well and wished I could go home but I never got sent home.

So in addition to all the lovely stuff that followed that evening and the next day as I wrestled with this virus, I now find myself really embarrassed about being sent home. I'm sure its my overactive guilt complex. But still...

I seem to be past it now although I still feel kind of puny. I am concerned that the Chick might have gotten it. She seems to be sleeping in this morning. If that's the first sign, I may confine her to crackers and soup until tomorrow, just to be sure. I'm really afraid Hubby may get it over the weekend. He has a business trip next week. Wouldn't that be fun. To get a stomach virus on an airplane. I guess he'd be keeping all of his food money.

Anyway, if you think of it, keep us in your prayers as we get through this.