Deathly sick.

It started with the Whole30 diet and me fighting the low-carb flu. I was fine for the most part, able to get back on some semblance of health, but then that started to change toward the end of last week when things just went downhill. The coughing and the general fatigue set in.

It was Friday, the 10th. We were doing the media moves that were planned the day before, but we had technical difficulties.

For the most part, the move went well. Most everyone did their part to help with the move except for the few that annoy the fuck out of me that only showed up at the end after only setting up two or three users. Fucking useless.

As the day wore on with all the moves and running back and forth between offices, my body started to fail me. Sure, I didn’t get the chance to take care of my body like I normally would, like drink water or eat something, especially with the diet that I am on, but I powered through.

There were times near the end of the day when my breathing became short and I almost passed out in the middle of the hallways. I survived.

I went home and drank some medicine and just went to sleep at 6pm. I woke up later in the night to take Pickles out and then I went back to bed and didn’t roll out of bed until closer to 10.

I showered, walked Pickles and decided not to do my normal routine and went back to bed. I didn’t get out of bed until close to 4pm that day. I slept for about 20 hours. 20 fucking hours. I was sick.

I was dying and it wasn’t good.

Sunday was a little different in terms that I was awake for most of the day just sitting on the futon watching TV and movies. It was relaxing. I didn’t leave the house and that’s how a sick person should spend their weekend.

Monday. Oh Monday, I woke up feeling like shit, but I managed to get myself out of bed and got myself to work. I wanted to be at work because of the new people that were starting and thought I should be there to help with the setups and any questions or problems that may arise. It wasn’t until I got to work that I realized that I was in no shape to be in the office.

I only worked an hour-and-a-half before I left for home at 9. I knew things weren’t going to work out when I felt lightheaded and almost fainted twice from standing at my desk. Both times, I just took a seat and breathed it out. I walked my ass to the Expo line, then home, and then went to go get some meds and then knocked the fuck out.

Unfortunately for me on that day, Pickles got the shits, so every few hours I had to get up and walk his ass.

It’s been a rough two weeks of being sick, but I’m on the mend. I went to the doctor and got my meds and I’m actually feeling better.

Let’s hope that this will be the last of this illness for a while, because it wasn’t fucking fun.

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The big moves are happening over the long weekend in the office. I don’t know how things are going to work out, but I have zero faith in it.

Zero.

Usually when I have zero faith, things go well, so, I guess we’ll see what happens on Monday when the movers/packers come back to setup the workstations. I’ll stop by for a few hours to help, but Tuesday is going to be the big day.

Most everyone is moving. 200+ moves and now I’ll have to relearn where most everyone sits. It’s going to be interesting.

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Whole30.

It’s still going. I’m sure I have broken the cleanse so many times especially with all the drugs I took to get better, but for the most part, in terms of ingesting food, I’ve been doing well. Well, maybe except the hummus on Thursday, but man, it was good and I totally forgot that I can’t have it. Oops?!?

I got about a week-and-a-half to two weeks left in the cleanse and then I can start reintroducing all the yummy stuff back to my diet. I hope that it isn’t as bad as it was and that I can eat everything without any problems and that my stomach just needed a little reset. I hope.

As of today, I lost about 13 pounds in this cleans. Five of those pounds were lost overnight during the beginning of my sickness, on that night that I slept for 20 hours.

I’m at the lowest weight since about twenty or so years and I need to put some weight back on. I think about I’m good between 145 and 150 where I’ve been for the past few years. Slowly, I’ll get up there once I start to reintroduce stuff back to my body.

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