I'm about to head out to the airport, and I'm hoping this stomach bug I've been fighting decides to cooperate. I have visions of airport security swooping in to kick me off the flight (they can do that if you're sick, I think). This might be an unrealistic fear, but it's my fear. I'm owning it :-).
At first I thought I had finally given myself food poisoning and the thought was like bitter, bitter ashes in my mouth. I pride myself, and brag unduly, about my stomach being able to handle everything. Well, yesterday I feared that everything didn't include Thursday's pasta, as I slowly progressed from nausea to dry heaving to throwing up. At work. In a restaurant. No, they didn't send me home. It would in fact be totally deserved if I did get food poisoning, if only due to the amount of boasting I do about not ever getting it.
I ended up calling out sick today, since I still felt crappy. I'm hoping this doesn't get me in trouble, since I'm so new, but who wants a pukey waitress? Seriously? And it's not like my last few tables of the night got good service anyway. I had the energy of a slug. One covered in salt. It's hard to be perky and upbeat when you're trying not to throw up on the customers. However, they all knew I had a flight today so I hope they don't think I'm exaggerating my illness due to my flight. I guess we'll see. I think they like me, and I really was sick, so I'm going to try to be optimistic.