I knew my smug "I-feel-fine-I-can-go-to-work-tomorrow-nooooo-problem" 'tude of yesterday was gonna come back and bite me right in the ass. Big time. I went to bed about 9:15 last night. I'd taken a Vicoprofen at 3, and one at about 8:30. I slept pretty well till about 4:30 or 5. Then I was plunged into some extremely bizarre dreams. I started to get a headache that was manageable. Then it got worse. And worse. I got up and turned off the alarm clock and figured I'd just go into work late, and I got back in bed. I was trying not to move so that my head wouldn't throb. I was plunged back into strange dreamworld, and woke up soaked thru with sweat. I finally staggered out to the kitchen at 7, and took a Vicoprofen. It was well over 6 hrs since the last one. I couldn't even manage to call in sick. They knew I may or may not be in today and I was incapable of making a phone call anyway. I went back to bed. I heard the dogs barking so I got up and went in the hall. It was 8:30. Brian asked how I was feeling and I think I said, 'woozy'. I was going to shower and get dressed, but all I could do was crawl back into bed and sleep till 9:45.
Dragged myself into the shower and then climbed back into my jammies. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in a stupor on the couch, with my head about to split open. I did manage to choke down some soggy rice krispies b/c I was so hungry. I had to have all the lights off and the shades closed in the family room. I was getting scared that I was going to have an aneurysm or something b/c my head hurt that bad. I took one more Vicoprofen at around 12 to try and kill the headache.
Around 1:30, Brian went upstairs to do the dishes, and while he was up there, all of a sudden I felt really funky, and not in a good way. I was really nauseous and felt dizzy. It didn't help matters that I had to pee so bad but I knew I couldn't stand up or walk to make it to the bathroom. I laid down on the loveseat and put my legs up on the arm to elevate them. I broke out in a cold, clammy sweat all over my body and I really thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. My head & extremities were buzzing a little bit and it sounded like there was an alarm sounding outside somewhere, but it was just ringing in my ears. Brian came downstairs and couldn't believe the decline in my condition. I told him what happened and he said that those were classic symptoms of shock. He got me a cold cloth for my head, checked my symptoms on line and confirmed the shock, then went back upstairs to make some coffee, b/c I'm sure the lack of caffeine is contributing to my crappy headache. Plus I've had very little food and next to nothing to drink. So I'm gonna go make myself some scrambled eggs and take it easy the rest of the day.
I know I am done w/ the Vicoprofen. I'm never taking it again. Could be a coincidence, but I'm not taking any chances.
And that'll learn me to gloat.
