Well That Sucked

Last night was not my night apparently. And today was not my day.

Yesterday evening went fine. I was tired and worn out but aside from that I was good. I didn't feel sick at all. I just wanted to relax and then go to bed. Well, I ended up staying up until midnight because Master allowed me to stay up to watch Netflix with Him. (New episodes of Lie To Me were uploaded. Rock on.)

At midnight Master ordered me to go to bed. So I went to the bedroom and crashed shortly there after. I felt fine. I don't know why but I woke up at 3:00am and at first all I knew was that I had to use the bathroom. I was in that half asleep zombie like state as I stumbled to the bathroom. As soon as I was done and had flushed I suddenly realized I felt extremely nauseous. And that feeling hit me like a ton of bricks.

Sure enough I threw up. I was no longer in the half asleep fog; I was wide the fuck awake and I felt like absolute hell. Apparently I was loud enough that it woke up Master. I was shaking and had stood up to brush my teeth when Master showed up at the door and asked if I was okay. I told Him that I did not feel well at all and I had no idea why. I finished brushing my teeth and then went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Master followed me. I get very shaky after I've thrown up. I'm hypoglycemic and I don't know if it's related or not but after I've been sick I start shaking like I'm shivering out in the cold.

Master then herded me back to bed. I laid down in bed again and tried to go back to sleep. It took me a little while because I wasn't sure if I was done or not. Apparently I was because I was able to drift back off to sleep. I then had to get up at 6am. Ugh. Shoot me now. Normally, if I were to be sick like that before a work day I would take that day off of work. I was still nauseous when I woke up. But I don't have much time off left and we need the money on the paycheck so off to work I went.

I felt sick to my stomach until about 2:30pm. I didn't throw up again but I felt ill and was not enjoying my day at all.

When I got home I ate some dinner and watched some Netflix with Master. I must have dozed off on the couch because the next thing I know it's 9:30pm and Master is waking me up to take care of the dog.

I'm still tired. I don't know if I'll be staying up late or not. I feel better but when I feel like that I normally am tired as hell for about a day to a day in the half.

I think it may have been something I ate yesterday but I'm not sure. All I know is I don't have the flu or anything, so that's really the only explanation I can come up with.

Sinuses

Well, I'm not exactly sick. I started off the day fine. I was a bit tired but that was about it. Then suddenly around 2pm for no reason what so ever my sinuses bitch slapped me. I was stuffy, I had to keep blowing my nose and I just felt like hell.

I took a sinus pill that one of my coworkers had but it didn't kick in until right before I left work a few hours later.

When I got home Master and I ate dinner, watched some Netflix and relaxed. I took another sinus pill and decided to go lay down. Master woke me up around 8pm. I feel a bit better. I don't have the headache anymore, but I am still stuffed up. I don't want to take another sinus pill just yet because I only took one about an hour and a half ago. So I'm going to go take a hot bath and see if that helps.

Ugh

Today I woke up with a migraine. You have to love waking up with your head throbbing to the point that you don't even want to get out of bed because you don't want light hitting your eyes. But I got up. I took some pain pills and got ready for work. Thankfully it didn't take long for the edge to come off the migraine.

The rest of the day still sucked though. It seems that all of our stress is hitting me all at once. And it was today. I had an upsetting moment last night that Master helped me through. I was laying on the couch and we were watching something on Netflix. A part of the show came on that had to do with breast cancer and for some reason it hit me harder than usual as it had me thinking about my grandmother who died of cancer and I started crying. Master asked me why and I explained. Master had me sit up and He sat behind me and had me lay back down while He held me and rubbed my neck and in between my shoulder blades until I calmed down. He then got me a tissue once He felt I had gotten myself together. It was very sweet of Him and I feel that because of how He handled it I settled down more quickly.

Today because I was getting upset on and off due to the stress I called Him and He talked me down a bit and told me that it is a lot to take in at once and things just kind of snowballed the past two days. I felt better when He said that.

You can tell that the stress is taking it's toll though. I got home from work and ate dinner. We started watching a movie and shortly after I had finished eating I fell asleep. Master let me sleep until I woke on my own, which honestly wasn't that long ago. I'm not sick but when I'm stressed out and finally start to wind down I end up sleeping more than usual.

So I thought I would hop online, knock out my blog post, and then go take my bath. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

I Hate My Sinuses

My sinuses do not like me today. And they didn't yesterday either. Because they are bastards.

Yesterday I woke up with my sinuses just beating the hell out of my head. So I took some non-drowsy sinus medication and went to work. Well the sinus meds didn't really work. My nose was still running, I was sneezing, and the pressure headache was still there. Unfortunately it stayed with me into the night and in fact got worse at night time. Of course.

So I took some more sinus meds and stayed up with Master for a bit. I had gotten dressed up in my school girl outfit, but I was exhausted before Master was ready to go to bed. And I wasn't feeling that great because of the pressure headache and sinus drainage. So He allowed me to sleep on the couch. He woke me up a few hours later and had me move to the bedroom. He was right there beside me as I laid down. He felt up my leg and nuzzled my neck a little bit before telling me to roll onto my stomach. I did as I was told, even though I was barely awake at that point. He then forced His cock into me and used me to get Himself off. Whenever He wakes me up by fucking me I am not allowed to cum. Every time He does that it's to use me. Not that I'm complaining mind you. ;-)

After He filled me with His cum He kissed the back of my head, rolled over, and allowed me to curl up with Him as we both drifted off to sleep.

Today my sinuses haven't been quite as bad, but I'm still all stuffed up and having to blow my nose quite a bit. My poor nose hurts. :-(

I'm just hoping that my sinuses quit fucking with me before Friday. Master has a lot of plans this weekend that involve my ass. Literally. And I'd rather be feeling up to par for it rather than all loopy on sinus medication. No matter what sinus medication I take it makes me feel out of it. Loopy. Just not totally myself. I don't want to take a Benadryl because that shit knocks me the fuck out. It's a great sleep aid, let me tell you. And I'd rather be able to be awake this evening to spend time with my Master.

Ugh

Today was going wonderfully. Was being the key word.

We got up rather late and Master and I relaxed in the living room for a bit. Then He sent me out to the store to pick up razors and Benadryl. I also picked up the rest of the Christmas presents I needed to get. It's not a lot but at least everyone is getting something.

Once I got home I took my bath and put on one of my new outfits, and one of my new pairs of heels. Master took pictures of me in them. The new pictures are at the bottom of my Pics page.

I gave Him a blowjob as soon as He was done with the pictures.

We ate dinner, and I think that's what did me in. Shortly after I was done eating my stomach felt like it was trying to tear it's way out of me. I feel like hell.

So I'm drinking water and just trying to relax. One minute I feel absolutely fine and the next minute I'm having to run to the bathroom. Joy.

I'm hoping that I feel better rather quickly. I have to work tomorrow. Yes, I could call in sick but then I would lose the privilege of getting out at noon every other Friday, and I would have to make up the time at some point during the week because I'm pretty much out of personal time.

Why does this kind of thing always have to happen on a night where I have to work the next day?