It lives...

...kinda.

Went to the doctor yesterday. There were blood tests and stool samples and all kind of excitement. He thinks it's a virus (he didn't say 'dysentery' but it was written on one of the sheets of 'this is what we're checking this for'). I've been running a low-grade fever which I hadn't really noticed on top of everything else but explains why I've been keeping my bedroom window cracked even at night. Aproros of which I got woken up this morning by the feel of snow falling on my face. Very odd that but the wind was high enough it was coming in the tiny opening I had in the window.

Says something that I chuckled a little and fell right back asleep.

He gave me prescription-strength Immodium (more or less) and a few other things and said 'drink a lot of Gatorade, be careful what you eat and take it easy' which is about what I was doing anyway but if it's a virus there's not much for it. I am feeling slightly better so far today though I keep expecting to keel over.

I went to the grocery store with Tim last night because I was BORED OUT OF MY SKULL. The ride to the store and the walk in from the car wiped me out so I spent the rest of the trip in one of those little electric carts. Didn't even feel guilty about it which I think says more about my condition than much anything else.

With luck I'll be up to going back to work tomorrow. Rae, I'm not sure if they're _allowed_ to fire me for being sick but I'm pretty sure they don't much care if they aren't. I'm already paying for a lawyer for the divorce and finding someone local to take on freakin Walmart on top of that...I just don't think I could justify the cost. Which is how they get away with it, of course.

Ahh, well. Part of me is relieved. I hate the place (not the people, never the people, but the institution) with my entire being. Now if I can just get something else...

And the amazing thing? While I've missed an entire week of work, my little fledgeling business has brought in _almost_ as much as I've missed in pay. Now that's gross, not net, and a lot of it's going for shipping and materials and stuff but...still. Almost as much. This soon.

I have about nine hundred and eighty-three orders to send out today (well, five, I think; no, six). Two of them are ready to go. Three more are in process and the sixth requires me to run out and buy something. I don't know if I'll get to them all today and that's just _fine_. Little by little, though. Bit by bit.

Gonna be sleeping soundly for a while, though.