This was not a fun weekend.

We’re off to a late start today because I spent yesterday in the ER. How fun!

It was a typical Saturday, even though it didn’t feel like Saturday. I went outside and painted after lunch, which put me at…. oh, about 4-5 hours of painting on the patio. I had carried all my typical bullshit and gear out to the table – a palette with paints, some water to rinse, brushes and a drink. I got up a few minutes after starting because I forgot a paper towel. Unfortunately, I got into the painting zone – the flow, so to speak – and I nursed that Diet Coke all fucking afternoon.

Now, lets take things back a bit. I am fucking terrible about maintaining any semblance of hydration. The last 15 years of working in the pharmacy had me trained that all I ever fucking needed is two Diet Cokes and maybe a liter or two of water. And that was instilled in me because none of my schools, from the time I entered the education system, would allow drinks in class. I’ve gone through about 40 years of my life with substandard hydration.

And it all peaked yesterday with me blacking out and hitting my head on the tile while I tried to make dinner.

Yay.

I spent three hours in the ER. It was awful. I was freezing the entire time, and nauseous, but I had nothing in my system.

I came home and promptly went to bed, where I tossed and turned for about 12 hours. Dry heaves all night. I slept a couple of hours, but I couldn’t maintain a constant body temp. I was either absolutely drenched in sweat, or freezing. It was terrible. I got up around 8am, sat for a little while, and went back to bed for another 90 minutes.

For the moment, I’m ok. I’m feeling a sweat coming on again, and I’m hoping that Brian gets home soon so I can shower.