Angela, Zolac no Miko (zolac_no_miko) wrote,
Angela, Zolac no Miko


So I should be bushwhacking my way down 'Awehi Stream right now, but I'm not. Why, do you ask?

Everything was going so well last night. It was a gorgeous evening in the Refuge; Jackie was making dinner, I was enjoying what should've been my last shower until June. I stepped out of the shower, got dressed, and promptly threw up. Tried to eat dinner; only had appetite for a few bites. Got up to wash my dish, and threw up again. A lot. Went straight to bed.

Slept through my alarm; Jackie woke me half an hour before go time. My nausea had subsided during the night, but Jackie and Carter decided I shouldn't hike down. They called Dennis to let him know I would need a pick-up and left; I went back to sleep.

Having slept twelve hours I crawled out of bed, feeling weak and heavy and achey. Had no appetite to speak of; six hours later, still don't. Haven't eaten anything all day. Spent the morning curled up on the couch reading Richard Dawkins... there are worse ways to spend time. Passed out and napped for another two hours. Eventually Shawn came to pick me up.

We stopped at KTA so I could buy some juice and soda and crackers. Am currently sipping at a protein zone mango Naked juice... that's kind of like food, right?

Guuuuuuuuys, this sucks! I haven't missed the expedition yet, Shawn and the helicopter leave tomorrow morning, but... I'm really not sure I'll be in good enough shape that I'll feel okay about venturing into the cold, damp wilderness and doing physical labor. This probably won't be my last chance to do a trip like this before this job is over, but. SUCK. SUCK AND FAIL.

...I'll keep you guys posted. :\
Tags: argh, facepalm, fml, island life, job, saving the world yo, sick
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