you say potato, i say meningitis

It's funny, whenever I get sick, I assume I have meningitis, and then I never go to the doctor. When I woke up yesterday morning at four a.m., started vomiting, and skipped the first day of the conference to sleep and vomit the day away, I thought 'I have meningitis'. When I woke up this morning (after having slept for eight hours after having slept off and on for eight hours during the day) with a raging headache, stiff neck, and remaining nausea, I thought 'I have meningitis.' My solution to all of this was to try for a stiff upper lip and go into the office regardless. My head hurt all day (and still hurts), I didn't really eat much for lunch, and while I managed to eat dinner (v. fancy, delicious steak, w/a crab appetiser), I didn't finish everything--which should show how sick I felt, since I wasn't able to finish a measly 8-oz steak fillet.

So anyway, I hope I feel better tomorrow, because I don't want to have to deal with finding a doctor here. I'm banking on the fact that my neck hurts because I slept so much, and my head hurts because I'm seriously short on caffeine - I usually drink 32oz of iced tea, 20oz of Diet Coke, and at least one cup of coffee during a workday, and so the fact that I'm both dehydrated and low on caffeine can't be helping matters.

Anyway, I should really go to bed, since I have to go into the office tomorrow. I must say that despite my miserable headache, I'm enjoying being back in Dublin--I'd forgotten how much I liked certain aspects of it. Too bad I'll probably never be able to swing another stint here. I hope all is well in the States - it's time for bed!