This is not in my contract!!!
Today...I am sick.
I hope its not what Adam had over Thanksgiving, because if so, I will have viral conjunctivitis in about 4 days. Nice.
My nodes are about to pop out of my neck, and my sinuses feel like someone wiped pounds of butter all over them. My throat feels like there is sandpaper being rubbed against it, and everything hurts like an MFer. My ears ache.
On top of this, my ulcer - yes, its an ulcer - has been flaring up, which makes me want to hang myself right about now.
Its a really shitty time to get sick. This is the last week of school, which usually means there is bonfire under my ass. But its hard to move that fast when you're on your deathbed. After this week, its finals-time, which probably means (at this rate) that I won't sleep until sometime that Thursday.
Adam is working in the lab tonight until who-fucking-knows-when, so I am left to die and rot all alone. I don't begrudge him, of course - if he doesn't get this shit done, he doesn't graduate. THAT would suck.
So today, I am resigned to the chaise attached to my couch, with about 70 pillows piled up, 30 blankets, 800 gallons of "throat comfort" Yogi tea, every remote control in existence within arm's reach (phone, too), and my delightful little laptop here. Oh, and homework. LOTR 1 is on the tv, because let's face it - I'm in for the long haul with homework.
Remember - if I die, I want to be made into a pencil. Thanks.
I hope its not what Adam had over Thanksgiving, because if so, I will have viral conjunctivitis in about 4 days. Nice.
My nodes are about to pop out of my neck, and my sinuses feel like someone wiped pounds of butter all over them. My throat feels like there is sandpaper being rubbed against it, and everything hurts like an MFer. My ears ache.
On top of this, my ulcer - yes, its an ulcer - has been flaring up, which makes me want to hang myself right about now.
Its a really shitty time to get sick. This is the last week of school, which usually means there is bonfire under my ass. But its hard to move that fast when you're on your deathbed. After this week, its finals-time, which probably means (at this rate) that I won't sleep until sometime that Thursday.
Adam is working in the lab tonight until who-fucking-knows-when, so I am left to die and rot all alone. I don't begrudge him, of course - if he doesn't get this shit done, he doesn't graduate. THAT would suck.
So today, I am resigned to the chaise attached to my couch, with about 70 pillows piled up, 30 blankets, 800 gallons of "throat comfort" Yogi tea, every remote control in existence within arm's reach (phone, too), and my delightful little laptop here. Oh, and homework. LOTR 1 is on the tv, because let's face it - I'm in for the long haul with homework.
Remember - if I die, I want to be made into a pencil. Thanks.