DIARY OF A SICKMAN
Oh man. So, things have been rough the last few days. I woke up Thursday morning with a sore throat that spiralled downward into 2 days of constant sleeping and feeling miserable. I don't have anything poignant or meaningful to say about being sick, but instead wanted to share how weird the last few days' schedule has been...
THURSDAY
8:30 AM- Wake up. Throat tickles a bit, but no mind.
9:00 AM- Conference call with Dow Chemicals. They tell me they're closing their plant we service and we'll be losing their contract worth several hundred thousand dollars. Which also means I could be out of a job soon. BOOO!
9:45 AM- Throat starting to feel a bit worse.
10:00 AM- Internal conference call for work. I barely say anything thanks to my throat getting more and more sore.
Noon- By this time, I can barely work because my head hurts, my eyes are light sensitive, and my throat is killing me. Take some tylenol and crawl back into bed. Working from home has its advantages...
2 PM- Wake up, and jump in shower. Can barely stand up for falling asleep in shower. Still feel like crap.
3 PM- Get e-mail from boss. Coca-Cola meeting in Atlanta went well and we're guaranteed several more years of business. Meaning I WON'T be out of a job anytime soon. YAAAY!
6 PM- Watch final DVD for "Avatar: The Last Airbender." My god was that awesome! That's how you end a series.
8:45 PM- After spending the evening finishing up some work, and drinking tea and eating oatmeal, I crawl into bed.
9:00 PM- My cell phone rings as my friend Susan tries calling me. I ignore it.
9:01 PM- Susan calls again. I ignore it. Again.
9:03 PM- Susan calls. Again. I'm ignoring you godammit! She finally leaves a message which I don't check until Saturday out of spite.
1 AM- Wake up. Wide awake. Try getting back to sleep to no avail, even after drugging myself up more, so I get up and play around on the computer and listen to music until 4 in the morning.
4 AM- My attempts at trying to go back to sleep are all for naught. I remember dozing off sometime around 7 AM...
FRIDAY
Noon- I sleep in on purpose. Late. I wake up to find myself feeling a bit better, with the fever I was running Thursday gone.
12:30 PM- No. Wait. There it is again. I go back to feeling horrible. Drugs are taken.
2 PM- More drugs
3:30 PM- Drugs again.
4 PM- After a grueling 4 hour work day, I call it a day. I can't concentrate for soreness of throat and headaches. I make a fortress of blankets and pillows on the couch and watch my new "Cinematic Titanic" DVD that came in the mail that day.
5:00 PM- I attempt to eat microwave dinner called "Beef With Asian Style Vegetables." Apparently, Weight Watchers' idea of "Asian Style Vegetables" is a WHOLE MESS OF FUCKING ONIONS! Which aren't even pictured on the box! Bastards. Sufficed to say, I end up eating a small dinner portion after picking out the onions...
6:30 PM- Drugs drugs drugs...
7 PM- Spend a couple hours blowing away Storm Troopers in Star Wars: Battlefront. Something therapeutic about sending storm troopers flying with a missile launcher. Clones, my ass...
Midnight- After sweating out yet another fever, and with my head finally starting to feel more like a human head and less like a swelled peach, I attempt to sleep yet again.
12:30 AM- Back up again. Why? Because I'm starving! My stomach was growling so bad I couldn't sleep. So I get back up and eat some oatmeal while watching "This Is Spinal Tap" on VH-1 Classic...
2 AM- More Storm Troopers die.
3 AM- Drugs to the power of 10
4 AM- Back to bed. This time it only takes me an hour or so to doze off after constant tossing and turning.
SATURDAY
11:30 AM- Woken up by my Mother calling to let me know she'll be by in about 20 minutes to pick me up for lunch. Crap. Forgot about that. She tells me "You sound awful." Thanks, Mom. So, I jump in the shower and actually managed to get ready by the time she gets here. Even managed to get in a round or two of Scramble on Facebook...
Noon- Olive Garden, oh, Olive Garden. How I love your breadsticks and Steak Gorgonzola-Alfredo.
1 PM- Mom and I stop by Barnes & Noble. As I'm paying for my magazine (the new Rolling Stone. I couldn't resist the cover story entitled "How Bush Destroyed The Republican Party") I have the startling realization that I'm actually feeling incredibly better. A good meal, a few (or a lot of) drugs, and a whole lot of sleep have finally worked their miracle. I feel like jumping across the counter and hugging the clerk, except she looks like a scary butch lesbian who could probably kick my ass...
10 PM- Check MSNBC.com for the first time all day and see that Obama picked Joe Biden to be his running mate. My disappointment that I didn't get the nod is tempered by agreeing with Obama's other choice...
2 AM- Sit down to record my experiences on LJ. So far, I am only suffering from a slightly hoarse voice at this point, but otherwise feeling okay. I still don't know where the sickness came from or when it really set in. For right now, I'm blaming Lektricmayhem, as I hung out with him on Tuesday and he tells me that his trip to the beach last week was slightly marred by catching his nephew's cold. Hmmmm...no solid evidence to draw a connection, but he makes a good enough fall guy for my sudden decline in health...
2:05 AM- Start to feel withdrawal from lack of sinus and cold medications...Pills, man, I need my pills!
THURSDAY
8:30 AM- Wake up. Throat tickles a bit, but no mind.
9:00 AM- Conference call with Dow Chemicals. They tell me they're closing their plant we service and we'll be losing their contract worth several hundred thousand dollars. Which also means I could be out of a job soon. BOOO!
9:45 AM- Throat starting to feel a bit worse.
10:00 AM- Internal conference call for work. I barely say anything thanks to my throat getting more and more sore.
Noon- By this time, I can barely work because my head hurts, my eyes are light sensitive, and my throat is killing me. Take some tylenol and crawl back into bed. Working from home has its advantages...
2 PM- Wake up, and jump in shower. Can barely stand up for falling asleep in shower. Still feel like crap.
3 PM- Get e-mail from boss. Coca-Cola meeting in Atlanta went well and we're guaranteed several more years of business. Meaning I WON'T be out of a job anytime soon. YAAAY!
6 PM- Watch final DVD for "Avatar: The Last Airbender." My god was that awesome! That's how you end a series.
8:45 PM- After spending the evening finishing up some work, and drinking tea and eating oatmeal, I crawl into bed.
9:00 PM- My cell phone rings as my friend Susan tries calling me. I ignore it.
9:01 PM- Susan calls again. I ignore it. Again.
9:03 PM- Susan calls. Again. I'm ignoring you godammit! She finally leaves a message which I don't check until Saturday out of spite.
1 AM- Wake up. Wide awake. Try getting back to sleep to no avail, even after drugging myself up more, so I get up and play around on the computer and listen to music until 4 in the morning.
4 AM- My attempts at trying to go back to sleep are all for naught. I remember dozing off sometime around 7 AM...
FRIDAY
Noon- I sleep in on purpose. Late. I wake up to find myself feeling a bit better, with the fever I was running Thursday gone.
12:30 PM- No. Wait. There it is again. I go back to feeling horrible. Drugs are taken.
2 PM- More drugs
3:30 PM- Drugs again.
4 PM- After a grueling 4 hour work day, I call it a day. I can't concentrate for soreness of throat and headaches. I make a fortress of blankets and pillows on the couch and watch my new "Cinematic Titanic" DVD that came in the mail that day.
5:00 PM- I attempt to eat microwave dinner called "Beef With Asian Style Vegetables." Apparently, Weight Watchers' idea of "Asian Style Vegetables" is a WHOLE MESS OF FUCKING ONIONS! Which aren't even pictured on the box! Bastards. Sufficed to say, I end up eating a small dinner portion after picking out the onions...
6:30 PM- Drugs drugs drugs...
7 PM- Spend a couple hours blowing away Storm Troopers in Star Wars: Battlefront. Something therapeutic about sending storm troopers flying with a missile launcher. Clones, my ass...
Midnight- After sweating out yet another fever, and with my head finally starting to feel more like a human head and less like a swelled peach, I attempt to sleep yet again.
12:30 AM- Back up again. Why? Because I'm starving! My stomach was growling so bad I couldn't sleep. So I get back up and eat some oatmeal while watching "This Is Spinal Tap" on VH-1 Classic...
2 AM- More Storm Troopers die.
3 AM- Drugs to the power of 10
4 AM- Back to bed. This time it only takes me an hour or so to doze off after constant tossing and turning.
SATURDAY
11:30 AM- Woken up by my Mother calling to let me know she'll be by in about 20 minutes to pick me up for lunch. Crap. Forgot about that. She tells me "You sound awful." Thanks, Mom. So, I jump in the shower and actually managed to get ready by the time she gets here. Even managed to get in a round or two of Scramble on Facebook...
Noon- Olive Garden, oh, Olive Garden. How I love your breadsticks and Steak Gorgonzola-Alfredo.
1 PM- Mom and I stop by Barnes & Noble. As I'm paying for my magazine (the new Rolling Stone. I couldn't resist the cover story entitled "How Bush Destroyed The Republican Party") I have the startling realization that I'm actually feeling incredibly better. A good meal, a few (or a lot of) drugs, and a whole lot of sleep have finally worked their miracle. I feel like jumping across the counter and hugging the clerk, except she looks like a scary butch lesbian who could probably kick my ass...
10 PM- Check MSNBC.com for the first time all day and see that Obama picked Joe Biden to be his running mate. My disappointment that I didn't get the nod is tempered by agreeing with Obama's other choice...
2 AM- Sit down to record my experiences on LJ. So far, I am only suffering from a slightly hoarse voice at this point, but otherwise feeling okay. I still don't know where the sickness came from or when it really set in. For right now, I'm blaming Lektricmayhem, as I hung out with him on Tuesday and he tells me that his trip to the beach last week was slightly marred by catching his nephew's cold. Hmmmm...no solid evidence to draw a connection, but he makes a good enough fall guy for my sudden decline in health...
2:05 AM- Start to feel withdrawal from lack of sinus and cold medications...Pills, man, I need my pills!