Colin Timothy Gagnon (sacredspud) wrote,
Colin Timothy Gagnon
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Spite and bile, minus the spite.

Sick. Not feeling well, but I guess most of you already know that.

Very brief recap of my weekend: Friday was koriandrkitten's St. Patrick's Day party. Lots of alcohol was consumed by other people, and I'd probably have good stories to tell if I were in a better mood. Your loss.

On Saturday I hung out with phil_bond and seanorange and discussed the game engine Sean's been working on, along with its practical applications. In the evening I went to a potluck, and much later I went to Rocky Horror where I tried hard to have a good time. Despite having fabulous company it just didn't happen. I think this may have been the beginning of my illness which surfaced on Sunday morning.

I got up feeling a little lousy, but I thought I was probably experiencing the after-effects of eating at Country Kitchen after Rocky Horror, so I stuck to my plan of picking up my sister and driving to our parents' house. Early in the afternoon I had a brief but unpleasant (well, obviously) bout of vomiting. I decided not to attend my usual Sunday choir practice and spent the rest of the day laying around and occasionally throwing up. It wasn't cool.

My sister and I got on the road much later than usual. I spent a great deal of time convincing my parents that I was fine to drive, which, of course, turned out to be completely and utterly wrong. About a mile from my sister's apartment, my entire body went numb. My hands made themselves into fists, and I couldn't move my fingers. My arms and legs weren't responding to me the way I wanted them to, and the steering wheel was the only thing keeping my knees from striking my chin. I was pretty sure I could park the car but not so sure that I could make my way up to the apartment. I was surprised to have made it (not so much to have dropped everything I was carrying). The ambulance was called as was my mother, who recognized that I was exhibiting the classic symptoms of hyperventilation. I was fine by the time the EMTs arrived.

I'm somewhat annoyed about the hefty ambulance bill I'm sure I'll pay over this, but at least I know I'm fine. The EMT told me so while I was busy vomiting again.

Anyway, I spent the day at home, watched The Aristocrats which nocturne152 had given me, and felt generally lousy. The mail came and brought with it the copy of Black Adder which I'd finally gotten around to purchasing, but I didn't get much of a chance to watch it because ribsinbacon -- who is also sick -- collapsed and had to be rushed to Urgent Care. He's fine too now, thankfully. I don't think we have the same bug.

I'm going to post this and go to bed. Earlier in the day I thought I'd make it to work tomorrow, but I'm not so sure at this point. One thing's for certain: I missed out on my customary St. Fuglin's Day root beer float, and that makes me very sad.
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