Cursed

I must be cursed. Somebody doesn’t like me anymore. I’ve been up since 3am this morning getting sick. I feel good for about 20 minutes afterwards and then the nausea comes back. I tried Pepto. That seems to have aggravated things instead of helping. I tried laying down and I end up jumping out of bed and running for my porcelain savior within 2 minutes. Tried it twice and both times ended up with the same results. The best I’ve felt all morning was laying on the couch with Sue rubbing my head, but we couldn’t do that all day. She feels fine and had to go to work.

I’m exhausted and nauseous. And now I’m at work because I felt guilty. I took time off a week or two ago and I didn’t think my boss would be pleased with me calling in again. We got a chance to talk this morning and if things don’t improve I’m headed home to wallow in my misery in private. If I only knew why I was the only one suffering I’d be happier, but nothing sticks out. We both ate the same food, we slept in the same bed, etc. Like I said, I’m cursed. I’ve never been sick so often in my life.

Updated:
Okay, so I made it a whole hour at work before I came home. I’m glad I did. I’d rather get sick at home, which I did. A sip of water is enough to trigger it. Damn. Hopefully, later things will improve.