It started with a slight headache when I left work. I thought I was just hungry since I only ate a banana and some biscuits all day. I know, I know, very bad, but I was so busy with getting the subs last two weeks of lesson plans done I didn't stop to eat. I figured I'd just grab a smoothie on the way home after I got the kids. (I've been dying to sneak Kaitlyn some ice cream on the way home but I know Tyler will scream for some and he's SO not ready to eat ice cream by himself, let alone in the car.) I stopped at this dollar store to see if they had any glass candle holders so I can make some hurricanes to display. (Damn all you craft blogs out there that have me thinking I'm Martha freaking Stewart!) I went down the candle aisle and the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. I have been super sensitive to smells lately and that one just sent me over the edge. I quickly left that aisle and continued searching for
As soon as I walked into the daycare, the star bursts turned to spots. I was having a hard time focusing, and quite frankly, seeing. When I walked into Kaitlyn's room, I always pick her up first, I must have had a strange look on my face because her teacher asked me if I was ok. I said I was, just seeing some spots and I quickly got Kaitlyn, I never just grab her an go, and went to Tyler's room. He was eating snack, so I knew it was not going to be a grab and go situation. I leaned on the changing table for support because I was starting to feel wosey at this point. His teacher offered me a chair; she thought my knee was bothering me. I declined because I didn't think I would make it back up. Luckily Tyler ate his snack quickly and he didn't throw a fit when we left.
As we were driving home, I was desperately fighting back the nausea. I was looking in my car for something to vomit in just in case. I made it home and gagged as soon as I opened my car door. I had to drag Tyler in the house kicking and screaming because he wanted to walk in on his own and I NEEDED to carry him as fast as I could. I forced myself to get the kids some drinks and a snack and gobbled a breakfast bar and water for myself. I seriously thought I was hungry or dehydrated. WRONG. As soon as I finished my water I had to run to the bathroom and vomit, and vomit, and vomit. I couldn't stop. I eventually had to call Jerry to come home so he could watch the kids. I could not pull myself away from the toilet.
He came home and asked me if I needed to go to the ER...that's how bad I looked. I said no, just take care of the kids. Luckily my mom wanted to take the kids to the park so Jerry got a reprieve because he really needed to get some work done. I was done for the rest of the night.
I took the day off work Thursday because I just could not pull myself out of bed. I ached all over from throwing up so much. I also had the chills even though I was freakishly hot. Jerry asked if I wanted the kids at home and I was all HELL NO. He took them to daycare and I slept until 10. The nausea stayed around a little longer and technology was my worst enemy. I couldn't even tweet because looking at the screen made me want to vomit. I did manage to keep down toast and some chicken noodle soup so that was a big win.
I still feel like ass today, but am grateful that the marathon vom-a-thon is over. I swear that I will sell my soul to never have a migraine again.
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