Today

It was a little scary. To have felt so out of sorts and out of breath this morning in office.

I'd taken the bus and trudged the 800m or so to the office building. I had to sit down when I reached the basement carpark. And I did, for a good 10mins. I could feel my heart pumping furiously. My heart rate was averaging 92 or so a minute. (Yes I physically felt for my pulse and counted it)

When I thought I could make the final "trek" up to my office, I did so slowly. By the time I reached my desk, I couldn't talk. Breathless and nauseous. A colleague came to speak to me but I could only stare at her a little and wave her off. I couldn't even muster a smile. I felt like if I'd moved my lips at all, bile would come spewing forth. I'm glad she understood that I was not dissing her and that I was feeling unwell. 

I thought I was feeling that way because I'd not taken breakfast yet and so I dredged up some strength to pluck my sandwich from my bag and started munching on it. The bread only helped a little. 

I was sitting there, half reading emails, half surfing the net and all the time trying to get my breath back. It was a good hour or so before I could talk some bit. By then I'd already half decided to grab a cab home. PQ happened to text me at that moment and she told me to go home too. 

I slept much today. An hour plus during lunch time and another hour plus before dinner. 

It is night now and while I am better, I am still actually feeling quite tired and rather bushed. The nausea has dissipated but it comes and goes. 

I didn't interact much with Little Baby tonight. Mainly because I lacked the energy to. She had clung on to me like a koala bear when my father-in-law and helper first brought her home. Apparently, she'd thought I was waiting for her in the car when they brought her out of my in-laws' house but when she discovered that I was not in the car at all, she kicked up a big fuss and wailed all the way on the journey home. When they reached my place, she was quiet and subdued in my father-in-law's arms. It was obvious she's been crying and was still visibly upset. Spent a good 15 quiet minutes soothing her before she became her normal mischievous self again. 

I hope I'll be better tomorrow.