Sick. Again!

I was sick again, for a couple of days. Sick enough that I stayed home again. I don’t know if you’ve been following my health here—if I have any regular readers left—but I’ve been sick a lot, this year.

But the worst part wasn’t the sickness itself. It was Tuesday night, when I was the sickest, and trying to sleep: All night long, I kept having these terrible, involved dreams, about work. I’d feel nauseous, and run for the bathroom, where I’d remain for five minutes or so, and then I’d come back to bed and try to sleep, but I would just fall back into another work-related dream. It got to the point that the trips the bathroom were welcome relief from the dreams!

I wouldn’t even call the dreams nightmares, per se. They were just bizarre, disjointed little vignettes, that kept playing over and over again in my head. The fact that they didn’t make much sense made it worse, because my mind was frantically trying to sort it all out. Andrea could tell that I was tossing and turning, and suggested that I pray, to take my mind off of the dreams—good advice in any situation—but it didn’t work, because even when I would start to pray, my mind would wander, and I’d end up back asleep, having another twisted dream.

After that, I really wasn’t too upset about staying home Wednesday, and missing work. And I wasn’t even alone: Andrea stayed home with me. (In fact, she was the one who gave me whatever it was that I had, although I somehow ended up catching a worse dose of it than she did.)