Uuuugggghhhh!!!!

They have a saying at work that i find rather amusing: "Cassie doesn't call in sick.... she calls in dead!" This is the saying that now 3 jobs have given me. It basically means that I am a tough person that doesn't call in sick or leave work unless I feel like I am acutally going to die. Thursday was one of those days. The whole previous week I was feeling off my rocker and not well. Nothing really hurt and I wasn't "sick", I just didn't fell like I normally do.
Then Wednesday hit. I was starting to feel sick. I had a slight headache and I was starting to run a fever and feel achy. I just thought that if I got a good night sleep that I would at least feel better on Thursday. Boy was I wrong!
Thursday I woke up. That was my first mistake. I knew that where I was placed at work that day that I wouldn't be doing much so I thought if I could just get through the day, I would skip school for the first time in a few years and go home a get some sleep and I could make it on Friday. That was another mistake. So I got up, did minimal showering and getting myself to look presentable enough for work and headed off. I didn't eat breakfast. I think that was the good thing because later that day I tossed my lunch in the bathroom. Luckily no one heard that. When I got to work my head was beginning to really bug me so I took some Tylenol and shrugged it off just hoping that would help me enough to concentrate. As the day went on, many people were telling me that I wasn't acting or looking like myself. I surely wasn't. Lunch time came and Iwent into the breakroom. After that I don't remember much of that day. I apparently didn't pass out but got really un-understandable and I looked paler than I usually do. So many people told me to go home. This was at 1230 and I only had 2 hours to go. By 1300 My head was so bad that I was physically sick and I couldn't erally open my eyes enough to see what I was doing so i asked my boss to go home.
The bus ride home was one of the worst experiences of my life. It was so bright, noisey and jiggly that by the end of it I was almost crying. Luckily my stomach held onto itself long enough for me to get home and lie by the toilet for a few hours. Did I mention that lying next to a toilet is not something that I would normally do unless I was dying?
So to make a long story short. I am alive....barely.... I have a high temp, a migraine still, I actually kept something down today, my thoat hurts, I have a runny nose and I feel like what a 3 year old would say of as "icky caca". I think that I'll live but as of right now I can't make any promises to being functional in the next few days.
I am writing this in hopes that I can distract myself for 5 minutes but it is not working very well.
People at work have been sending me texts going "when is the funeral" and "what do you want on you headstone" I find thatquite amusing that people have a wierd way of checking up on me while trying to humor me.
So now I am going to crawl into my lovely electric blanket bed, with an extra quilt on top, put my head on my oh so comfortable pillow, which should still be nice and warm from me laying on it all day and try to get some sleep. Although I think that the chicken noodle soup that I had awhile ago may come back to haunt me.