Guys, I’m honestly a little scared right now.
I’ve been dealing with an ear infection that has been messing up my equilibrium a few times. I thought I was feeling better and on my way back to normal. So I come home last night and work out a bit. I get done and I feel a little off in the head. No big deal, I think. I make dinner. Head’s getting worse, and I rush things so I can sit down. I barely get through dinner before I’m stumbling to the bathroom, puking my fucking guts out.
I go to bed, taking a trash can with me. I couldn’t even adjust in bed without more coming up. There goes lunch and dinner. I’m scared to leave this bed in case this isn’t over.
Here’s the best part: I have to go to work in a few hours like nothing happened. I don’t have sick days and I STILL don’t have insurance for another week. I don’t feel good, but I have to go in anyway.
Losing hope, one day at a time. Fuck temping.