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Took a leave last Friday because I totally needed a breather. I’m not exaggerating. Maybe I’m an idiot when it comes to time management, but no pointing fingers right now. I’m just stating the fact that I’m just . . . need a vacation. So I’ve been looking forward to my long weekend the whole week  (I got the leave planned nearly two weeks ago.)

As fate would have it — I caught some bug and spent my Friday and Saturday alternating between bed and the bathroom. I was having diarrhea and the mother of all mother migraines, to boot. I felt severely dehydrated (as early as Thursday evening, but I was too tired to put a name on the weird tiring feeling) and felt being steamed from the inside. The migraine was on 24/7 for the past two days and would only let up (for half an hour or so) after drinking oral rehydration salts. I felt horrible! *_* What happened to my three-day weekend!

For a while I seriously considered just giving it up and going to the hospital, but well, the normal-me-with-pride prevailed. I mean, I don’t want to make my weekend worse than it already is. *is hospital averse/ MD-averse*

Talking about making weekends worse. . . . I went to my violin class last Friday by the way, when I thought I was feeling a little better (took several painkillers to cure the migraine and didn’t eat so I wouldn’t have to go to the bathroom - but crap, what a bad decision.) I was LATE, and was seriously out of it. I mean, I sounded awful, and wasn’t even aware what I was playing. My teacher was clearly frustrated, exasperated and what’s worse — I couldn’t even internalize her frustration (and mine) because I felt like shit.

Lesson — don’t even try to make music when you’re having digestive pyrotechnics and a buzzing sound in your head as a background song.

By the time I got home, I was ready to puke my intestines out.