Case of the Mondays
August 16, 2010
I hate feeling a little ill due to something I ate last night, lack of sleep or something I ate or didn't eat this morning. I hate sitting at my desk trying to keep it together and not vomit all over everyone. I hate having to plug my ears while hearing the same story about hemodialysis that I've heard before twenty times and has never bothered me but now I can't stand to listen to a second of it. And most of all I hate pretending that I'm in an ok mood and not being able to say "i'm not feeling well right now" or "sorry I'm feeling a little sick". Because I'm in possession of uterus.
Because if I have to hear uh-oh, you sure you're not pregnant? I might flip out. When I say "hey, I can be sick without it being pregnancy. This happens to me a lot. Yes I'm sure I'm not pregnant." There's still that empty space, that you're really sure? And a rolling of the eyes.
I feel ill often. Most often after not getting a good night's sleep which when you're in school and working full time happens pretty frequently. I'm sure the three cookies I ate before bed didn't help. It's also possible not having protein with dinner last night was a contributor. This all happens often enough I know how it works. But it doesn't matter why I'm ill, I can just never be ill at work in the mornings or some a-hole will assume it's connected to my uterus. Nothing like being sick and having to pretend you're not, and you're actually feeling fabulous, so I don't get someone commenting on my possible reproduction.