My brain is playing tricks on me. Cruel, heartless tricks. Sunday morning before I was completely awake, sort of in that half-dozzy sleep there was this moment when I stretched my left arm out and felt around the bed going, “where’s my baby?” Then when I didn’t feel anything I sprang up, heart hammering and fumbled through the covers for a second of sheer panic believing I’d lost my baby before I realized where I was – and that I don’t have a baby – and that I was probably dreaming.
Today I woke up feeling tremendously better than yesterday. I went ahead and cancelled my doctors appointment since I don’t feel on the verge of hurling anymore, but the delirium is still evident because as I was getting ready for work, rushing around looking for my slacks – even though I’d already set them out – I kept thinking to myself, “I’d better wake him up so he’s not late for work.”
WTF? Every time I thought it, something in my belly would feel tight like time was running out and then I’d remember – “Oh yeah, who?” Who’s he?
Then I thought about stopping for a cup of coffee on the way when I seriously, swear-to-god had a moment when I thought, “I wonder if I should get Orlando a mocha.”
DOH!
This, my friends, is a poster-child warning to food poisoning and the hazards of fevers. It over-cooks brain cells and things suddenly don’t make sense. Logic…fried. Rational…evaporated.
I alternately still feel sweaty and cold, my stomach has settled and I have much more energy but evidently, I’m still in stupidity hyper-drive. I think I need to icepack my brain before I lose anything else.
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