I spent the day home from work today. Which was weird for me, to say the least. Growing up, I never missed a day of school, unless it was a Jewish holiday. I could have spent half the night awake praying to the toilet gods (because when you're sick, monotheism goes out the window), but my parents would still insist that I go to school. Granted, had I caught something that made me so weak I couldn't stand, I might be permitted to stay home. This morning, I found it extremely difficult to wake up on time. I dragged myself out of bed nearly 45 minutes after my usual time and stumbled around my apartment trying to get ready for work. I showered, made myself presentable, tossed together a lunch, grabbed a fresh green chile cheese roll, and headed to work.
I got to work, walked over to my room, tossed all my stuff down, and sat at my desk. Without really being aware of it, I started zoning out, and didn't come to until one of my supervisors looked at me and said, "Are you okay?" To which I shrugged and said "Uh huh."
After about a minute, I realized that I was not, in fact, okay, and that I felt light-headed. It didn't take much convincing from my supers' parts to send me home to bed. I was pretty out of it. What's weird was that I didn't feel any of the tell-tale signs of sickness: no sore throat, no coughing, no nothing.
I made it home and shuffled back to bed, where I quickly fell asleep. I've been spending my day going back and forth between sleep and awake. My awake time has been spent reading, eating lunch, and watching 30 Rock on DVD. The rest is helpful, thus far, so hopefully I'll be back on my feet in no time.