OMG. It's the end of the world.
Tuesday afternoon I started getting more and more sick at work. The last time I was sick was a little over two years ago. Some of you may remember it. I had a photo of myself on the floor embracing a four litre jug of orange juice. Well I don't have one of those this time.
Here's the problem: I don't get sick often. The only reason that this is a problem is because when I do get sick it feels like the apocalypse to me. Pestilence landed in my bedroom and smote my sinuses with a holy vengeance while I just lay there cowering in my sweat soaked sheets.
So we're going on three days with this crap and I'm sitting here waiting for my mommy to e-mail me back with our doctor's name and phone number so I can go get diagnosed and get a note so I can not go in to work again. Run on sentence. I don't remember her name or number because of what I said before. I don't get sick very often. I don't need to remember it... it could be argued that I could just add the info to my address book. But I say eat shit to that argument.
It's only been three days but I have already forgotten what it feels like to not be sick.
I'll likely go to the doctor only to find out that I'm a pussy having only mild alergies or some crap... To me it feel like I'm in the movie The Running Man and I'm approaching the prison perimeter and that at any moment my head will burst apart and rain mucus and brains down on everyone around me.
I love you all. I guess I could just call my mom... Meh... I'm sick. My actions don't have to make sense.
Here's the problem: I don't get sick often. The only reason that this is a problem is because when I do get sick it feels like the apocalypse to me. Pestilence landed in my bedroom and smote my sinuses with a holy vengeance while I just lay there cowering in my sweat soaked sheets.
So we're going on three days with this crap and I'm sitting here waiting for my mommy to e-mail me back with our doctor's name and phone number so I can go get diagnosed and get a note so I can not go in to work again. Run on sentence. I don't remember her name or number because of what I said before. I don't get sick very often. I don't need to remember it... it could be argued that I could just add the info to my address book. But I say eat shit to that argument.
It's only been three days but I have already forgotten what it feels like to not be sick.
I'll likely go to the doctor only to find out that I'm a pussy having only mild alergies or some crap... To me it feel like I'm in the movie The Running Man and I'm approaching the prison perimeter and that at any moment my head will burst apart and rain mucus and brains down on everyone around me.
I love you all. I guess I could just call my mom... Meh... I'm sick. My actions don't have to make sense.
I gave you my cold :( And now I've infected my co-worker too :( I'm evil!
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Christine |
Friday, May 04, 2007 11:04:00 AM