When one realizes one has not moved from one's spot in bed for exactly 24 hours- it gives one pause. When one feels like that may not be a bad thing, considering the context- one may start panicking.
I find myself spending a great deal of energy not panicking at the moment. Its more work than it may seem, especially if it is all one has to do. I have had to suspend all responsible adult activities-- no bills, no worrying about parking tickets or substitute plans for work. Or grades, or wrapping up classes. I should be enjoying this vacation, but I feel so needlessly guilty for all the inconvenience I am causing people.
I have a good excuse. On Monday I got a flu shot. Ten years ago, I made the same mistake and that spring I spent a few days puking in an airless pink bathroom. I vowed to forever abstain from the flu shot. I have gotten the flu since then, but I cannot remember it being that bad. When my doctor recommended it, I had a brief pink flashback, and then submitted to the needle. They assured me that it would cause nothing more than a slight fever and a sore arm. I thought about how sad the sea monkey would be having to swim in a mixture of amniotic fluid, puke and diarrhea, in the off chance it got the flu, too. When I called the hospital today, the nurse suggested that I may have already had the flu. Its not a very big leap from the typical preggy nausea- and-vomiting to not being able to hold anything down. I am not that worried- i do not have a fever, nor the host of terrifying other symptoms the nurse read me from her list and I am going back to the hospital tomorrow