I'm home right now sick with a bad case of food poisoning. Spent last night throwing up in a bucket next to my bed every 20 minutes or so because I was too weak to walk to the bathroom and definitely too weak to drive myself to the clinic. I NEVER FELT MORE ALONE!!
And just when I started feeling really sorry for myself, my phone rang. It was Mr. Stupid.
'Hey, whatcha doing?'
'I'm dying...' I said.
I must have sounded like I was dying, because he got really concerned and when I told him what was going on with me, he offered to come by and take me to the clinic.
I wanted him to so so bad. But I couldn't.
Because I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, all wet and sticky. My face flushed, my nose dripping, stomach bloated. And I had an ugly green t-shirt on which was probably streaked with my vomit and which I was too weak to change out of. There was no way in hell I was going to let him see me this way. I'd have rather died.
So I said, 'Uh.. thanks. But, no, I don't really like the doctor at the 24 hour clinic near my place. I'll call you though.. if it gets worse?'
He said 'Are you sure? I could drop by. I'm just on my way home. And I'm not gonna be doing anything really...'
'No. No. Its okay. For now. I'll call you if I feel worse... ' I literally croaked, choking on some vomit. 'I have to go now...'
'Okay. Call me then. Try sleep it off.'
Ooh..it got worse. So much worse. And no, I didn't sleep till 5am in the morning.
He called at about 9am. When I picked up, he said, 'You're alive!' I could hear the smile in his voice. 'You feeling better?'
'Now yes. Earlier not so much. Thank you for caring..' I sleepily said.
'Go back to sleep' he said.
And I did go back to sleep. Feeling a little better and slightly less alone.