I went to work today. Bad idea. I suppose I should have figured that out when I noticed that I was having trouble staying in my lane on the interstate (during what looked like the heaviest traffic I'd ever seen at 8:20 AM, I might add). Again, I don't feel half as bad as I did on Sunday, but being upright all day is making me very dizzy. My coworkers say I look very pale. I didn't eat anything to speak of yesterday, but I decided to take a chance on real food and ordered a sub from Big Mike's. I've had it for nearly an hour now, and most of it's still here. I'm not really sick to my stomach, but I just can't bring myself to eat, which I feel like I should probably do.
Maybe I should go home. Earlier I chose not to, because I didn't think I could safely make the drive, but I'm a little more awake and aware now, so I might leave once I get my major work tasks done. I will not feel bad about cancelling with Tom tonight, because I'd probably make him sick, and I very much doubt that I'd be good for conversation. Besides, there's a lot of interstate to swerve uncontrollably around between Madison and Janesville, and it's probably better for everyone who commutes that I stay off it tonight.