2006-11-10 17:53:01 ET|
Seriously. When you are so violently ill that your boss has to call your mother to pick you up from work, because you wouldn’t be able to drive, is terrible.
I was sitting next to her desk hugging a trash can until my mom called and was down stairs to pick me up.
I am just glad she brought my dad, and sister. Dad took her car, and my mom, sister and I drove mine home.
I still feel rather shitty, which sucks because I was going to go up to Phoenix tomorrow to see Sara, after I donated Blood, which I can't do either. I will probably have to high of a white cell count, but I am going to try anyway.