Sipping water

I've been sick. Probably sicker than I've been in a very long time and I don't know what it was/is although it's better now than it was. I was just coming off a course of prednisone and I had just cleaned off a Brazilian geode for the first time since I've had it and My daughter informed me as we ate breakfast Friday that a lot of people she knows are sick and I had eaten a funny tasting takeout sandwich from a fast food restaurant the night before, so it could have been anything.

I was spending a lot of time in the bathroom Friday when suddenly at 6:30 pm I was enveloped in a dry cold like nothing I've ever experienced before, which is what made me think I had somehow gotten some kind of chemical or poison off the geode into my system, because I had just cleaned that.

Thus began a long miserable couple of days where I felt constantly nauseous, but never threw up and had cramping in my abdomen and the bones in my feet became ultra sensitive. I slept and I sipped water and I slept more. Pretty much all I've done since Friday is sleep.

Today I began having horrific nightmares. I was living in a huge white Georgian home that I really lived in until I was three, but now I was grown up and Becky lived there with me. The town outside had grown into a city and this was obviously prime real estate, but I was so tired and Becky was being passive aggressive, more like my sister than herself. There were things of great beauty in the house, but something was not right. I finally went up the front staircase and went into my room. As soon as I shut the door I realized I could not find the light switch, or the door knob. I was stuck! Then the unbelievable happened. I saw a ghost sitting on the window seat looking out. She looked a lot like my sister in junior high, but she was a ghost and her hair was so thin in the back I could see her scalp.  I was terrified, but I thought, I'm just going to keep looking until I see her face. She got up and walked into the other part of the bedroom and I panicked.

I could hear my mother talking to my sister on the other side of the door and she was angry about something, but I didn't care. I just wanted her to get me out! I kept trying to find a door knob and calling for help. My voice seemed stuck in quiet mode and nothing I could do would make it loud. I screamed and screamed and screamed.

And finally woke myself up when it came out loud enough. I was disoriented and had no idea where I was. It took some time before I realized I was in my own bed here in the apartment.

The good news is that I think I am much better today.