I went straight to bed and slept about three hours, but woke still nauseous. The feeling persisted throughout most of the night, and I got blessed little sleep after that. Of course, this was the morning I'd volunteered to help at the company's Health Fair, so there was no sleeping in to try to catch up on lost "z's". I did feel somewhat better when I headed back to work this morning though, and by noon the queasiness had vanished again.
Our company runs an annual health fair that distributes free information and health related goodies to employees. All sorts of different organizations related to health and fitness set up booths, and the company sponsors bloodwork that screens for basic problems for the employees and their spouses. They had me helping at the health suite, assisting with paperwork and labeling blood tubes. All the fourth year vet school peon work came finally proved to be valuable, since that's basically what half the clinicians at school had you doing.
To my surprise, the fair this year was very poorly attended. Part of the reason might have been the light rain that fell intermittently all morning, but I was still surprised at how few people attended. I took advantage of my break time to visit our health insurance company representative, the company emergency medical fund representative and the organ donation awareness booth that was there. I made some valuable contacts, and got some good information, so it was a morning well-spent, even at the loss of valuable sleep-in time.
After the fair ended, I headed to my hairdresser's for my now regularly scheduled trim and color touch up. She did my hair a little differently this time, and once again I'm really pleased with the results, though once again I'll be totally incapable of reproducing them. Still, I can bask in the glory of looking good today while the look is fresh and unsullied by being smashed on a pillow.
And finally: the search engines hits continue to give me pause to wonder. "Turtle tank" remains the number one way that people stumble across my diary from the web. However, I got one hit yesterday that was so non sequitor that I had to check it twice to make sure I wasn't misreading it. Apparently searching using the MSN search engine turns up my diary if you use the key words "butt" and "aroma". When I found what page it led to, I had to assume that my would-be kinky-fetishist left disappointed. At least, I hope he did.