Blackout

I woke up in the night…as usual, I thought. A couple hours of restlessness in this seemingly incurable insomnia. The past week had taught me that nothing seemed to help. I had some great prayer times, stretch, grade papers, read my bible, I always was up for at least an hour. But that night seemed different. My stomach felt heavy. Maybe something I ate… the feeling got worse. Finally it culminated with a face to face encounter with the porcelain. Yech. Well, glad that’s over with, get some sleep. I had a meeting in the morning. After my meeting I had to run downtown and get some laminating done at the mall. A half hours wait? I felt so tired, and my stomach was starting to hurt again. Might as well order a water at the cafe and get some grading done… I felt increasingly worse. Even the water was upsetting my stomach. I found it harder and harder to think and finally passed out. Literally. On coming to, I had a very concerned waitress hovering over me…yes, I’m sick, I…excuse me… I had never used the bathroom at the mall before, but on entering it on this occasion I decided it was too foul to even throw up in…. I swallowed it and headed back to my table, paid for the water…no, I don’t need to go to the chemist for drugs, I need to go home and sleep. Good, my half hour is up…The office store wasn’t done, but they offered me a chair while I waited. Then I felt it again… ok, just let me take a step outside…deep breaths…that’s better…back in now…why is the floor moving? The store manager caught me and insisted I call someone to drive me home. Steph came right away. I never did find out what was wrong with me. I was running a temp, but slept really well that afternoon and every night since. I took it easy the next day and was right as rain. I can only guess I had some bug.