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Today I am home with the sniffles, and pissed off about it. There's the usual sickness-sucks irritation, the fact that I had just gotten over the cold I brought back from Turkey, the worry that accompanies having to miss a class you know it would be better you attended, and the additional ire that comes from the disruption of my weekend social plans. I missed my salsa class this afternoon. I'm going to miss drinks and bowling tonight. I will likely miss frisbee tomorrow afternoon, and maybe the Carnevale party tomorrow night. The party for which I made a special trip to Venice in order to have a pretty mask to wear. I do have a pretty mask, with lots of gold macrame and rhinestones, and if I miss my chance to wear it I will be even more pissed off than I already am. Thus, I have incentive to heal, and quickly. I'm self-medicating with rest, Sudafed, peppermint tea and extra-hot chili to cast out the demons. I knew I was keeping those leftovers in the freezer for a reason.
There were other things I wanted to say, but I'm devoting all my energy to white blood cell creation so those will have to wait.
There were other things I wanted to say, but I'm devoting all my energy to white blood cell creation so those will have to wait.