A genuine sick day.
I just actually took a sick day. I honestly can't remember the last time I took a sick day. I usually just muddle through the day feeling gross. But today I woke up and everything hurt. My stomach felt like someone punched it... (more specifically, like curry punched it)
All my muscles ached, I felt dizzy, hot and cold and shaky and I had a killer headache.
So I spent all of today sleeping it off. It's now ten to seven. And I don't feel great, but my stomache feels okay and my head doesn't hurt anymore. The main problem is that I'm going to be feeling nocturnal tonight for sleeping all day.
I just turned my music off because a train was going by in another part of town. But it was making that faraway train sound that carries a ridiculous amount of nostalgia for me. When I was a kid I only heard trains when I was at my grandparents place up north. And all of us kids had the idea that the trains belonged to Grandpa. So they were "Grandpa's trains."
Later, when I moved out west, the first place I lived in had a very busy railway running right through town. I heard trains all the time, learned to sleep through their sounds. But this memory is dear to me too. It was my first summer away from home where I knew I wasn't going back.
I'm going to shower at go to Trent Radio.
I just actually took a sick day. I honestly can't remember the last time I took a sick day. I usually just muddle through the day feeling gross. But today I woke up and everything hurt. My stomach felt like someone punched it... (more specifically, like curry punched it)
All my muscles ached, I felt dizzy, hot and cold and shaky and I had a killer headache.
So I spent all of today sleeping it off. It's now ten to seven. And I don't feel great, but my stomache feels okay and my head doesn't hurt anymore. The main problem is that I'm going to be feeling nocturnal tonight for sleeping all day.
I just turned my music off because a train was going by in another part of town. But it was making that faraway train sound that carries a ridiculous amount of nostalgia for me. When I was a kid I only heard trains when I was at my grandparents place up north. And all of us kids had the idea that the trains belonged to Grandpa. So they were "Grandpa's trains."
Later, when I moved out west, the first place I lived in had a very busy railway running right through town. I heard trains all the time, learned to sleep through their sounds. But this memory is dear to me too. It was my first summer away from home where I knew I wasn't going back.
I'm going to shower at go to Trent Radio.
2 Comments:
hope you feel better this weekend. wanna make a cyanotype?
hey! Hearing trains makes me nostalgic too...but it reminds me of the summer I worked at camp...heard trains a lot...learned to sleep through them, but still knew I would miss them when the summer was over. Yay distant train sounds. :)
Luv ya!
Jolene
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