Well, that was a day.

I did go back to bed after my post yesterday. The plan was to go back to sleep for an hour or so, then assume a human form and go to lunch. What actually happened was I went back to bed until about 9am. I got up and dressed, and brought my coffee into the bedroom. I sat on the bed to prep and get ready, and just knew it wasn’t happening. I went out into the living room and told Mom I wasn’t going, and went back to bed.

Where I proceeded to spend the entire day absolutely miserable.

I slept, and took three showers throughout the day- feeble attempts to get my body to pick a temp and stick to it. I may or may not have slept for 15 minutes sitting on the bathroom floor with my head resting on the lid of the closed toilet.

So yeah. The entire day took place in bed. I mostly just laid there. I told Shawshank I was going to lay down and watch nature shows, but didn’t even do that. I just existed in bed and prayed that I could sleep or stop sweating or stop shivering or just fucking die. I took some of my motion sickness pills leftover from my trip north last month. I really hate them, but they prevent me from feeling like I need to run to the bathroom every 20 minutes. Instead, and this is definitely TMI, it mostly blocks me from being able to vomit easily.

Sometimes I would wake up and look at text messages. Every now and then, Mom would come in and ask if I needed a refill on my water. Eventually, around 8pm, I figured out the perfect combination of clothes and blankets that allowed me to be comfortable. Even so, I still was making adjustments until I could finally sleep. I’m like fucking Goldilocks.

I woke up around midnight and my body was saying OK WHAT WE DOING NOW?

Mom had told me there was soup in the pantry, but I didn’t want to risk solids. I wouldn’t even take my melatonin gummies. I drank some of my iced water, and eventually I fell back to sleep again.

Now, I’m drinking iced water and trying to decide if I want a 4th shower in 24 hours.