Ok. This is a week of being sick, and I'm just about at the end of my fucking patience with this thing. Aches I could handle. The cough I could handle. Most of the other bullshit, as nasty as it was, I could handle.
The fever dreams, however, have got to fucking go.
It's like a bad trip you just can't sober up from. Close your eyes and wait for it to end and... lo and behold, you're still sick, and the world's still coming unglued around you.
It WAS pretty funny when the doctor tried to prescribe me something I'm deathly allergic to, though. Or at least the pharmacist had a chuckle when he caught it (I was too bleary to have noticed, and I'd likely be dead right now if not for him).
I went in to the office this morning, because I have too much work to do, whether I'm sick or not. I lasted all of two hours before I felt so dizzy that I thought I was going to fall out of my chair at my desk. So home again home again. I don't know how I'm going to meet my deadlines latter this week. I will, though. It's how I work.
Tomorrow morning, whether I feel "better" or not, I'm going to be keying myself up for a all out assault on my projects at work.
Maybe if I pretend I'm better, I will be? It's worked for me before.
The fever dreams, however, have got to fucking go.
It's like a bad trip you just can't sober up from. Close your eyes and wait for it to end and... lo and behold, you're still sick, and the world's still coming unglued around you.
It WAS pretty funny when the doctor tried to prescribe me something I'm deathly allergic to, though. Or at least the pharmacist had a chuckle when he caught it (I was too bleary to have noticed, and I'd likely be dead right now if not for him).
I went in to the office this morning, because I have too much work to do, whether I'm sick or not. I lasted all of two hours before I felt so dizzy that I thought I was going to fall out of my chair at my desk. So home again home again. I don't know how I'm going to meet my deadlines latter this week. I will, though. It's how I work.
Tomorrow morning, whether I feel "better" or not, I'm going to be keying myself up for a all out assault on my projects at work.
Maybe if I pretend I'm better, I will be? It's worked for me before.
I want to bring you chicken soup but I am shooting nights this week... and things are looking up for a little bit lately... just FYI.
when you feel up to it, I will bore you with the details. You just let me know when you are ready.
until then,
~ the angel*