I hate being sick
I woke up Tuesday morning with this disgusting cough and sore throat and a headache from hell. I lived through it, but Wednesday I had to work. Well, I was just a tad delusional when I woke up. OK, more than a tad, I couldn't see straight, I couldn't think straight, I was slurring my words; but you see that's ok, I was frying all my brain cells in bodily fluids. I actually had a 104 fever, but I didn't know until I went to the doctor. I went in to work told Clyde that I was sick, but I could work if he couldn't find anyone. Luckily, Rick wanted to kiss some ass and he filled in for me. Now, those of you who know me know that I don't like doctors or hospitals and whatnot. I was up at Wilford Hall for over four hours. They ran a shitload of tests on me and the results were still pending so I said fuck it and left. They actually had me do something called a nasal wash. That's where they shoot a salene solution up your nose and you have to shoot it back out into this cup. As sick as I was, I didn't yield enough snot the first two time so we had to go for a third. It was disgusting. But anywho, it's basically either strep or the flu. They were supposed to call by now but they haven't so I have to call them back.