October 23, 2003
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Nausea
I have been home sick since this morning. I woke up feeling tense and woozy around 6am, but decided to suck it up and go to work anyway, because the kiddies need their crayons. But not before I yarfed my guts out (yes, I know how lovely that sounds). That’s dedication for ya. My boss sent me home when she noticed I looked a bit green, so I schlepped home in the snow-rain and nearly hurled again on the #39 bus. Perhaps it was the stench of all the stinky midday bus riders accompanying me, or just the funk of public transportation in general, but I think the miserable weather made it especially fun. Whoo-eeee.
I have tried to figure out what is making me ill. I ate a funny sandwich last night,with red peppers on it. I think they were sketchy. I always pick them out when they’re in my salad, evil things. Or maybe I caught some horrid disease from the brats at school, who are always crawling with some godforsaken germiness. Or maybe it’s psychological, and I’m just imagining that I feel like turning my digestive tract inside out because of some repressed memory involving llamas and a half-eaten purple crayon. But I haven’t seen any llamas lately, so that must not be it. Dunno.
It occurs to me just now that my dad, with whom I’m really tight, is flying to arizona today. I talked to him about it last night. He hasn’t been on a plane in 30 years, and for the past few weeks he’s been jokingly nervous about it. And it just so happens that he left to get on the plane around 6 this morning. I wonder if I’m channeling some pre-flight nausea? Stranger things have happened.
