Today's forced me to go to work 4 hours later than I was scheduled. I really shouldn't have gone at all. but the one girl could leave at 2 if I went in and it is so incredibly rare for her to get to go at 2 on Saturday I just couldn't do that to her. So to bed i went for the 3 1/2 hours, warm compresses, too nauseated to take a pain killer and hoped that sleep would bring a bit of relief. It brough very little, but enough to get most of soft pretzel in me so I could take a motrin without barfing on customer's shoes.
I feel like shit.