The Shivers

I woke up shivering this morning.

This didn't surprise me much, seeing as I'd stolen Boyfriend's duvet the night before. He wasn't using it, since I'd gone to bed at nine and he didn't show up until three in the morning. I didn't sleep the entire night, but I did get eight hours of good sleep in there. Also, the windows were open and it had been raining all night. So the apartment was probably cold, right?

I took a warm shower. You can't burn yourself at the hottest setting on the shower in the apartment, but for some reason, my body wanted warm instead of hot. I didn't give it much thought and got dressed to prevent future shivers.

Everything went well until about half an hour after I'd eaten something. In other words, ten minutes after I'd arrived at the studio and started doing my thing. Then I nearly doubled over from cramps in my abdomen. I tried to subtly go to the toilet, washed my hands, went back to my desk. This process repeated itself three times in the next hour.

I did some good work in the mean while. Sure, the first nail didn't quite work out, but the ones after that got better and better, so I didn't really want to stop. I was mastering this whole building gel thing, dammit.

I. came in and asked if everything was okay. Had I slept enough? I said I was fine, just a stomach ache. Ten minutes later, Sis asked if I wanted to go home. J. heard it and asked what was wrong. Sis explained I'd 'caught S.'s virus'. No one told me anything about viruses, so they attacked while I was being oblivious. J. said I could go home if I didn't feel well. I said I wanted to try for another half hour or so.

Then I got the luminous idea that, perhaps, maybe, a glass of water would help.

It didn't. It made things worse. I finished up on the nail I was working on and begged off. It's the smart thing to do when you feel like your glass of water is going to repeat on you.

Now I'm sitting at home, shivering and feeling stupid for leaving the studio early two Fridays in a row. Most people my age are useless on Mondays due to hangovers. I seem to get physical premonitions of other people's hangovers. Even sitting up makes the room spin.

I need to get some vitamins and fluids in me, I think, but this feels like when I've got my intestinal spells. Like anything and everything that passes my lips will be expelled swiftly and painfully from my body. I'm going to take something for it and find myself somewhere soft to sit or lie down. Somewhere with a blanket to snuggle under and maybe a good book.

The application letter I wanted to send today will have to wait a few hours.