|All the worst things happen when you're alone
||[Jul. 21st, 2008|02:12 am]
I was going to bed early. Honest.
My body has other ideas. Or rather, other plans for extracting as many fluids as possible.
At least I am now keeping down the fluids I'm drinking. But between the shaking sweats triggered by exertion as minimal as walking around, and that lovely, non-vomitous method of violent alimentary extraction [*ahem*], I am finding no horizontal refuge.
And my skin itches like a bitch - the joys of mild dehydration. My piteous contortionary moves are no match for that irritated patch of skin in the middle of my back, despite all my attempts to apply moisturizer.
I am scheduled to join friends in wedding site reconnaissance tomorrow morning. I cavalierly assured one of them that surely I would be up to meadow tromping and building inspection by morning.
I begin to have my doubts. A fact that fills me with dismay.
It's a pity that dismay lacks nutritive substance, as I no doubt would not be filled with it for long this evening.
I'm going to try again to sleep.