Being Sick Sucks

Well, it all started Thursday when I got to work. My stomach really started feeling bad and I was constantly having to take trips to the head. Just the thought of eating or drinking anything made me feel nauseous. Around 2:00, I decided I could take no more and went home to rest. I slept until around 5:30 or so. When I woke up, I felt even worse. I had chills, my body felt weak and my stomach was still very upset. Goy finally talked me into going to Tripler to the emergency room (I am pretty stubborn when it comes to going to the doctor). I ended up getting two bags of fluid pumped into me intravenously. I was put SIQ for Friday. I was supposed to be in an a retirement ceremony on Friday and had some work to wrap up since I have the next two weeks off. I had sent an email to one of my co-workers at 2:00 am when we finally got home from Tripler but I guess in my weakened condition I typed his email address wrong. So I guess no one knew that I wasn't going to make it to the retirement. I feel bad about that. It was interesting though that nobody even called to look for me until around 3:30 Friday afternoon.