In which it was too much to hope I could go two entire winters without catching something.
When my alarm went off at nine this morning, I didn’t notice that I felt bad or anything, but I did pass right the fuck back out until 11:30. Hard. Like, lights-out.
I got up and had breakfast and packed my lunch. And then it started: the dry cough, the achiness, the itchy lungs. By noon, I was huddled under two blankets and dreading the heat loss of getting dressed.
Now I’m at work and I’m cold and my chest hurts and I want to go to sleep. I think I’m running a low fever. I’m so sleepy.
I have about an hour to decide if I’m going to stay and finish my shift or not; after that I’d have a hard time getting anyone to cover me.
This cloud’s silver lining may be called Relaunch Operation: Quit Smoking Already You Silly Bimbo, though, so that’s good.
Update: I’m going home until six.
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Didn’t you hear that you are not allowed to get sick before Thanksgiving? … that’s what I keep telling myself, because, like you, I feel the ick creeping up on me.
Oh, no! Not you too! Ugh. Get well soon. -m
I know what will keep you awake, having a lengthy back ‘n’ forth Twitter argument wiff me about the validity of pop culture. Oh wait…been there, done that. 😀
Boy you are so cute. Practically everytinz you type gives me giggles. *mwah!* When you’re a huge pop icon you better ‘member me and don’t return my Xmas cards! -m