WHAT A DAY.

I went back to work today. I woke up (good start to any day). Felt kinda icky. Thats a great college educated, hardcore definition. Icky. I was queasy and boy did I have diarrhea. The last thing eaten last night was blue popsicle and my poo was blue. So, I go to work. Desk job. For those who are in the know, you know I do "nothing" all day. For those that dont know, I am a medical biller which means, I post insurance payments all damn day. This should not be a hard thing to do. Should being the key word. Now, I work for a larger practice but I am located in the smaller division. I punched in with 2.5 minutes to spare since I couldnt leave my bathroom this am. Next, the ambush occurs.. HOW ARE YOU!? I believe that was said in unison by the entire front end staff. I then had to make my way to my corner of the universe. Everyone came to see me. I was considering this to be a royal pain in the arse when it struck me... they are coming to see me cuz they care. Or morbid curiousity to look at the freak with the pillow on her tummy. Whatever.

Lunch brought a lot of hoots and hollers and questions that I patiently answered while ingesting my 4oz of applesauce (dont know if it's on the menu yet, dont care). I am down 11 pounds. But, nothing solid going in, nothing solid coming out if ya know what I mean.

After lunch, I took a walk around the building. Fresh air, exercise... lovely. Got back to my desk and didnt know if I wanted to puke or pass out. I quietly (thats hard for me) sat there and did my work. Around 2:30 I called the husband and asked if there was ANY way he could pick me up. Kinda hard since he drives a work vehicle and we couldnt leave my car there. So, his mom dropped him off and he drove me home.

I was sooooo light headed, queasy, nauseous and all around ICKY. I didnt think I could drive home. I'm glad I didnt. I came home. Indulged in another black market scambled egg and a swig of liquid percocet and I felt human in 20 minutes.

My back ached, my tummy was so sore. I was something less than human. Forget the what did I do to myself stage, I have progressed to the what the F did I do to myself. I'm sure it will get better. It has to. I need to wear pretty (cheap) undies again.

Mom called to see how I was. She sounded lucid herself (odd). Carl is out eating pizza (bastard) with Tony. Spooky and I were laying down but Wiley decided she had to go out so we got up and now here I am in all my sports bra and granny pantied glory.

I plan on waking up tomorrow and doing it all over again... only this time, I plan on driving myself home. Once I get home, I can collapse but for now, I must push on.

Are you keeping your protein up? Cause if so maybe you have an infection. I think you should call the doc and tell them you're so wiped out.

I have been following the diet to the best of my ability and doing the protein shakes. I was getting all hyperchondriac and thinking that my body was/is rejecting the band. I was tired before but now this is plain ridiculous.