My head and my stomach were both reeling all night and all morning. It got even worse whenever I moved, so I stayed still as much as possible. Unfortunately, this was payroll day, so I couldn't take the day off from work. Even though no one was here to check up on me, I had to get the employees' last checks of the year out.
If I could have stayed in bed all day, I would have done that. If I could've stayed on the couch all day, I would've done that. As it was, I spent so much of the day in the bathroom that it became my cool, dark, peaceful place, the place I could always go to get away from the feeling that I was just thrown from an out-of-control carnival ride.
When I went to the post office this afternoon, I was just going to dash in and then come straight back home. But since there was no place to park, I drove on up to Food 4 Less and parked in that lot. The brisk six-block walk in the bracing winter air probably did more to make me feel alive again than anything else I did all day.