In Sickness and in Health

Sometimes I am amazed at how stubborn I am. I started to come down with an illness shortly after my interview with the people from Scotland (and it went very well, but I am not sure that we will be going). There was a job fair at Mount Saint Vincent University yesterday, and I was determined to go despite being on death's door all day Friday (headache, fever, really bad cough, dizziness, etc.)


I ate all that I could for breakfast which was a small grapefruit. I hadn't managed to eat much of anything the day before and yet I was still not hungry. So I get dressed my fever takes over and I begin to sweat like crazy. I had all the windows in the apartment open, and I still felt like a middle-aged woman experiencing hot flashes. As quickly as I had dried my hair, it was soaked again. I went to the drugstore to get SOMETHING to take this fever down. I decided on a box of extra strenth tylenol with pink pills you take in the daytime, and blue pills you take at night. I felt so miserable that I wanted to eat the entire box, even though I believed that yellow would have been a more appropriate colour for day. Yellow=sun!!! The pink and the blue got me thinking about gender issues and that is never a good thing when you are sick and crazy.


****The next section is not for those who have weak stomachs******


Matt and I finally got our stuff together and headed for the job fair. I was refusing to wear a coat because I was still so warm. About 15 minutes into the drive I decided to "rest my eyes", until the jerky driving was bothering me so much that I cranked at Matt for being a bad driver and told him to be careful. A few minutes later I felt strange....almost high. Matt looked over at me and told me I was VERY pale...almost green like my shirt. "Should I pull over?" he asked? "I think that would be a good idea," I replied.

I proceeded to lose my grapefruit on the side of the highway. I felt terrible for those driving by. I got myself together and we continued on to MSVU. On the way there we saw Thaddeus on the side of the road. WTF.

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When we arrived at the Mount, we were given name tags to clip onto our shirts. They were clearly made for men's shirt (to be clipped onto the breast pocket) which made me start to rage about gender issues again. I finally had to pinch my sweater and clip it on that way, which looked rather silly.

As we walked around the job fair, there were various booths advertising jobs in the Yukon and Nunavut. No thanks. As we milled about, the loud voices and the crowds were making me dizzy again. Matt was talking to people from Quebec, and we both got interviews with them. It looks as though there is a good chance I will be offered a job from them in April. The first interviewer was so impressed that she flagged down another interviewer to talk to me as well (apparently this one was the woman who would actually be hiring me).

I was too ill to talk to anyone else. I just wanted to leave. I really didn't care about jobs at that point. As we drove away from the Mount to my sister's place, I began to feel ill again.
We made it there, and I ran in the door and straight to the bathroom.

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I was sick. Very sick. Only there was nothing in my stomach but a bottle of water so I had the most crystal clear vomit you could imagine. But I couldn't stop and eventually started to vomit blood which scared the HELL out of me.


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So we ended the day with a visit with my family and I managed to eat the broth of some soup at Swiss Chalet. That was the last thing I have had to eat, and yet I am still not very hungry.

Hmmmm.

Off I go to have some more rest....