7am: *wince* "Headache. Excedrin before work."
10am: *hideous full-body throb in time with headache* *slightly hunched over* *feeling like I am made of lead and thinking underwater*
Boss arrives, looks at me, stops dead in her tracks. "You have a headache, don't you? A bad one?"
Me: *weak smile* "It shows?"
Boss: "Yes." *studies me* "You should go home."
1pm-now: *hardcore sleep*
I was wiped out on Saturday, too - that was my first day of deceleration in a while. Rallied for yesterday's tabling and Super Bowl party. Now? I just wish I knew if my body's in revolt because of exhaustion, or if I'm actually coming down with something. Still full of ouch, terribly sluggish, and quite nauseous.
This is not okay.