So, friday night at work, I started to feel really sick, and I threw up a lot. Then when I got home, I couldn't even keep fluids down, and got so dehydrated I passed out in the bathroom, and Rachel called 911 and I spent the night in the ER getting IV saline and anti-nausea meds. Feig picked me up Saturday morning around 10am or so and I stayed in bed all day drinking pedialyte and trying not to die. I'm really glad they were both around to help me out. I'm not sure what I would have done otherwise.
I miss Rachel a lot, and I feel bad that I didn't feel up to hanging out with her tonight, because I know she wanted to see me. I just feel too crappy all around to be near people. I feel very depressed now, and wish that I had just told her to come over for a bit.
So... looks like this won't be much of a three-day weekend after all. Sucks.
