IX

I woke up feeling like dogshit today. I was awake by 3 a.m. and had already vomited violently four times by the time I made it to work at 6. I was immediately sent home and spent the next six hours shivering and sweating and vomiting uncontrollably. But the worst was the backache. I have a high threshold for pain and discomfort and can usually suffer in silence, but not this time. This is the first time I feel I acted like a bitch while sick. I groaned loudly the entire time and winced and tossed and turned, and couldn’t get comfortable on my bed or in the living room—en el mismo sillón onde andaba bien enredada conmigo la sin vergüenza. But anyway. I feel better now. I drank some tea my brother bought and was able to settle into a deeply needed nap. I feel like I slept it off; I woke up after lunchtime feeling brand new and hit a small toke my brother left me for any vestigial body pain.

My Thursday, ladies and gents. Until next time.