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The Sixty-Seventh Memory

On this particular morning, I woke up with a searing headache. It was horrible, and I knew there was no way I would be able to go to work, especially when I stood up and had troubles walking. My muscles were sore, and I was dizzy. I went to the bathroom and checked my temperature, which was completely normal.

And then I threw up.

You woke up due to the sound and tied my hair back for me. "Can you go get my phone off my end table?" I asked, sitting on the tiled floor next to the toilet. You left the room to get it, leaving me to call in and tell them why I wasn't going to be able to make it in. After I brushed my teeth, I crawled back into bed while you go Laura ready for school.

Later, I called Emlyn. "What are you doing right now?" I asked.

"Working on an article for the new issue, why?"

"I don't feel very well," I answered. "Like, it hurts to walk, and when I do get up I get all light-headed. Also, I threw up this morning and my head hurts. Bad."

"Well, has this been happening frequently?"

My muscles have been stiff for a while, and I've had a headache for a while too, but they weren't as big of problems as they are now."

"Maybe-" she was cut off when I dropped my phone. I reached over the side of the bed and found it, trying to pick it up but failing multiple times. Finally, I grabbed it and put it back over my ear.

"Sorry. I dropped my phone. Can you repeat that?"

"I asked if you needed me to come over."

I sighed, thinking about it. "Not yet. But if you finish working for today before Laura gets out of school you could come by."

"Are you sure? I can bring my work with me."

I nodded before remembering that she couldn't see. "Yeah. I'm kind of tired, anyways. I'll just go back to sleep."

"Alright, call me when you wake up."

When I woke up, it was six p.m.. I had slept all day. I climbed out of bed with the same horrible headache, same dizziness, and muscle aches, the only thing was I didn't feel like I was going to puke anymore. I limped down the stairs and into the kitchen where I smelled something.

"Hey," I mumbled, trying to climb onto one of the barstools, but almost falling when my knee buckled.

"Hey, babe. You feeling any better?"

I shook my head. "Not really. It hurts really bad." I put my head down on the cool counter.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

I picked my head back up, too quickly, because my dizziness worsened for a minute. "No! I mean, not yet."

"Alright. Well, we're having breakfast for supper."

I smiled. "Perfect."

You turned back to the stove and I quickly sent Emlyn a text.

Just woke up like five minutes ago. I still feel like crap.