I woke up in the middle of the night/early morning this morning because I suddenly felt like it was freezing cold. I turned off the fan and pulled the blanket over me and I passed out again.
When my alarms started going off around 8, I remember being roused, trying to stand and finding myself collapsing; luckily right back into bed. This time I was soaked in sweat, and it felt awful hot. I passed out right away again.
Suddenly there was a knocking at my door. I looked at the clock; it was a little after noon. My grandfather wanted to know if I was feeling alright. I admitted that I didn’t feel particularly well, tried sitting up and just barely succeeded as my body tried to fall right back down and my brain tried to shut off. I raspily told him I’d at least have to go downstairs for some water, so I’d see him in a few minutes.
I managed to get dressed (doing nothing else; just taking my pajamas off and putting clothes on) in a little under half an hour. Then downstairs. If you haven’t seen the stairs, don’t worry about it, but for those of you that have, it was harrowing. Anyway, I got downstairs and had some water, and had no appetite, but grandfather offered me some watermelon, so I ate a fair amount of watermelon. As I slowly consumed the melon, we discussed how I felt. We thought my blood pressure might be low, so he checked it with a device he conveniently had on-hand. 112/77. I guess that’s low. I never know. My pulse was 89, which seems low for me, but he thought it was high. Based on my experiences, that’s about my pulse when I’m relaxed, on the verge of sleeping.
I didn’t feel too bad; mostly lethargic. A touch of sore throat, and maybe something going on in my sinuses. A sort of overall body ache, but more like my whole body was just tired more than sore. So I didn’t get much done today. I put a couple of coats of varnish on the wood frame for the sign I’m making for the store. I … stressed out more about transportation.
Did I mention that it’s the stress over money and transportation for the con that I believe is making me sick? Like a constant, low-level fight/flight reaction to something so nebulous. Have I mentioned here (I know I haven’t given full details, no) that our plans for getting to the con have changed just about every day for the last week? I thought I was good yesterday when Angela offered to loan me her car, but then she posted about it and I don’t want to stress her out more than she already is and I didn’t know her car had something wrong with it she was worried about; she told me it was okay. So I talked to my grandfather tonight at supper (Chicken Noodle soup and some more watermelon) and I’m going to borrow some money from him. I can pay him back next month from my unemployment checks, no problem; I just don’t have the money right now, when I need it. And I bought some plane tickets on Southwest (the cheapest ones I could find) tonight, and unless something major changes in the next few days, I will go to great lengths not to have to change my transportation plans again.
Incidentally, in order to save about $60, my brother and I will be leaving for San Diego at around 6AM on Wednesday, even though the preview night at the con doesn’t start until 2PM. Likely, we’ll have no trouble finding things to fill our time, but it means getting to the Airport before 5AM. If dad or Angela can’t get us there then… lemme check the bus routes… nope, it’s not physically possible to get to the airport on the bus by 5AM from where I will be in PHX.
I have to put about an hour of work into this painting I’m working on before I pass out again tonight. Then it’s back to bed. Until I wake up bright and early and ready to sell, sell, sell! Because if I can sell any number of paintings before the con, it will help out SO MUCH! If you’re thinking of buying a painting, please, please, please buy one now! You can’t beat the 50% off prices available if you pruchase online!