The lost day

Little did I know when I put off my blog from last night, that I would not being catching up on it in the morning. I awoke around 3 am feeling nauseous. I figured it couldn't be from something I ate because it would have made me sick sooner. And I couldn't be something I caught at church because that would have taken a few days. I spent several perplexed hours trying to get back to sleep. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up at 8, not feeling any better. In fact, I had a headache and my whole body ached. My skin was on fire. I got up briefly several times, but always went back to bed. Being in bed did not make me feel better, but I kept thinking it would. About 11:30 I tossed my cookies and then the nausea went away. But everything else stayed. I drank small amounts of water. I thought about taking an aspirin, but I couldn't eat anything to go with it. I forced myself out into the sunshine, which was nice, but did not make an appreciable difference. I wanted to mow the lawn, but I was afraid of collapsing and scaring the neighbor, who was running his chipper/shredder all afternoon. I did one thing that saved the day from being completely unproductive: I called the foam store and ordered a sample. I stayed in bed until Chris came home. He fixed me a cup of tea from the mint growing out back. He brought in the mail, which included my heart rate monitor that I had sent off to get a new battery. After he had supper (I couldn't even imagine that I would ever want to eat again), we went downstairs to watch episodes of Bones. After that I went straight to bed. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep because I had spent so much of the day in bed, but I did sleep most of the night.
* This is a quilt from show and tell on Thursday night *