What a horrible day I had yesterday. On the train to Philly I became terribly ill. Yes, on a train. Without a bathroom. I began to sweat and then I got chills. I swooned forward and held my head in my hands. The woman sitting next to me got up and moved to the front of the train where she stood for the rest of the ride. I prayed to God to keep me well until my stop. When the train stopped at the station before mine I decided that waiting was not an option for me. I won’t go into any particulars. I eventually got myself back home where I stayed for the rest of the day. This morning I got up and made it into work, just in time for a relapse. Again I held my head in my hands and wondered what the heck was I thinking coming into work. The thing is, right now I feel fine. But that keeps happening, I feel fine only to relapse an hour later. I just want this food posioning or stomach flu or whatever it is to be over. I am not used to being sick. I am a hardy lass. This type of thing doesn’t happen to me.

Isn’t it funny though? Just a couple days ago I blogged about needing to take a day off. I got one.