
The disease still lingered in the back of my ear, though. I had to shuffle slowly from the parking lot to my office. Threatened with tripping at each step. Ambling down the halls like a gray octogenarian. Having to steady myself by touching a wall or railing. Couldn't look up. Couldn't take the stairs. Had to pace myself and measure small victories with each step. The whole time, I'm sick to my stomach, clenching my jaw each time a wave of nausea rises up.
Wasn't so bad at my desk. I figured out that jacking up the chair so that I have to look down at my keyboard and monitors is a big help. Staring straight ahead. Not turning as people come by. Bringing the phone to me, not leaning in toward it. Using all my tricks to stay calm and cool.
It worked, mostly. I didn't get the heaves or the sweating. I stayed the course. And made it home. Even though I was stricken.
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