WEEK OF TORTURE: PART III I'm Too Sick Too Care

I just don't feel like posting right now, but I need to because this is my "me time". It's my time to get away and process through stuff. My personality needs time to process.

My stomach is gettin' queezy and I feel dizzy - Casey and Jeremy are having a testorone competition in the other room over each other's posts and "behavior as of late". I'm not really feeling very good.

I'm too sick to care is the sad thing - I'm just too sick to care.

I threw up three times yesterday and three times today @ least...I lost count somewhere in the middle of the night. I don't have anymore crakers, anymore soup, or any gatorade. I didn't go to my 8:00 or my 9:30 today...I was too sick. I'm so sick right now I'm not even sure what to say. My stomach was churning before the two of them started in on each other. After Casey read Jeremy's post, and found out Jeremy was here with me, he responded that the post was "way out of line" and that he would be there if I would "just give him 5". I want to go to sleep, but I've got so much to do, and my stomach just hurts too darn bad to think clearly and I'm freezing. It's raining and I'm sick. I thought that boys hurling gauntlents at each other over "how to treat a lady" stopped in the Middle Ages. I just don't understand why they are so agressive and confrontational. The worst part is, they do it in a "civil" manner. What ever happened to punching the other guy in the face and moving on? Doing it this way...holding a mini-trial in the room next to me is disturbingly surreal.

While this makes an amusing story, they both seem to miss the point entirely. If they REALLY cared about me, they would call to see how I feel and ask me if they could get me anything - the same I do for both of them. They would find out if I need chicken soup instead of ordering me to eat some. Or, they might find out if there's any SA work in the office they could do for me [since most of it MUST GET DONE] instead of telling me to just "go home and not do it". Instead they are both too busy being "concerned" to be concerned; much like those who walked by before the samaritan came by...

Ask me if I am out of gatorade, or juice [like Tyler] or if I have crackers and stuff [like Layne] or if there's any medicine they could pick up for me [like Joy] or if there is work they could do FOR me so I could rest [like Val].

I'd tell them all this, but I'm just too sick to care.