Donald Sutherland Fucks Like a Machine...That Machine Fucks Like Donald Sutherland
Hello people!
Oh, what a day.
I slept so poorly last night. Probably got around three hours of sleep, total, because I kept coughing myself awake. I got up at 6:13 cuz I had a particularly bad coughing fit and could not get back to sleep. My alarm was set for 6:50. *sigh* I got ready for work and made myself lunch, but I felt so horribly sick. I was extremely close to chuddying all morning.
It was fucking awful. Nick had to go to school, so I took him, but I let him drive. He's very good. Much better than I was when I was starting out. I try not to correct him very much - and, thankfully, he really doesn't need much correcting, anyway - and he listens to the things I say. It's great. :] We arrived at the school and he thanked me for letting him drive and ran off to class. I headed to work, feeling oh so sick.
When I got there, I said hey to Sabrina. She told me about how much shit I missed, and there was a LOT. I fucking hate that place. God, I hate it so much. I did a few things there for about two hours but I was so, so fucking nauseous, I almost threw up in my trash can. :3 I know, TMI time. Sorry, lol. I was coughing my head off and the receptionist asked if I wanted tea, but I said maybe later.
Finally, Boss Lady came over and I talked to her. I gave her my doctor's note and told her I probably would be going home for a couple more days, including today. She seemed annoyed. I swear to fuck, I HATE that people don't care in corporate environments. Pisses me off so much. I just. UGH. Okay, moving on, fuck, I left and went home. I laid down and when mom got home, she called the doctor for me.
Until they called us back, mom and I laid in her bed and watched Prison Break for a while. That was awesome, I haven't seen that in a long time, and I got to see T-Bag again, so. Yay! Finally, the doctor's office called us back. We went in there around 3:15 and I met with the actual doctor this time. He was nice and funny. He said I have a severe case of bronchitis and prescribed me Prednisone and Hydrocodone.
We picked them up and went back home and I still felt horrible. I took some of the pills and mom had me lay down on the couch. I just watched a bunch of random shit and coughed a lot. Mom brought me some food, and I was hungry at the time (hadn't eaten anything all day), so I was really looking forward to it, but after eating half, I felt so incredibly nauseous. It was insanely intense.
I could barely breathe, that's how bad it was. I felt that way for a while, until it FINALLY went away a few hours later. That's about it, really. The whole week (I HAVEN'T POSTED ALL WEEK. OH MY FUCK) has been like that. Me being sick, trying not to chuddy, taking, like, six pills a day and coughing my lungs out. I watched a ton of TV, as usual.
*SPOILER ALERT* MICHAEL ROOKER IS GONNA BE BACK ON THE WALKING DEAD THIS SUNDAY. I am so cunting excited, I can't even tell you. Just. Shit yes. <3 Other than that, there's not much going on. I updated Cliffs Notes for TV and am just waiting to get better. I'm uneasy about the coming weeks, work-wise. They're gonna teach me new stuff and I already struggle.
I just. I need to get out. I hope I can find something else. :'3 Oh, uh, title of this post is from an ep of Splinter Cell Co-Op Theater (look it up on YouTube; PURE HILARITY). And, I've been playing Uncharted 3 since Tuesday afternoon and I beat it this morning. It was fun! I got the Headshot Expert trophy, and since I fucking love headshots, I was pretty stoked about it. XD
Remind me tomorrow and I'll update about my dreams. I keep forgetting.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*
Oh, what a day.
I slept so poorly last night. Probably got around three hours of sleep, total, because I kept coughing myself awake. I got up at 6:13 cuz I had a particularly bad coughing fit and could not get back to sleep. My alarm was set for 6:50. *sigh* I got ready for work and made myself lunch, but I felt so horribly sick. I was extremely close to chuddying all morning.
It was fucking awful. Nick had to go to school, so I took him, but I let him drive. He's very good. Much better than I was when I was starting out. I try not to correct him very much - and, thankfully, he really doesn't need much correcting, anyway - and he listens to the things I say. It's great. :] We arrived at the school and he thanked me for letting him drive and ran off to class. I headed to work, feeling oh so sick.
When I got there, I said hey to Sabrina. She told me about how much shit I missed, and there was a LOT. I fucking hate that place. God, I hate it so much. I did a few things there for about two hours but I was so, so fucking nauseous, I almost threw up in my trash can. :3 I know, TMI time. Sorry, lol. I was coughing my head off and the receptionist asked if I wanted tea, but I said maybe later.
Finally, Boss Lady came over and I talked to her. I gave her my doctor's note and told her I probably would be going home for a couple more days, including today. She seemed annoyed. I swear to fuck, I HATE that people don't care in corporate environments. Pisses me off so much. I just. UGH. Okay, moving on, fuck, I left and went home. I laid down and when mom got home, she called the doctor for me.
Until they called us back, mom and I laid in her bed and watched Prison Break for a while. That was awesome, I haven't seen that in a long time, and I got to see T-Bag again, so. Yay! Finally, the doctor's office called us back. We went in there around 3:15 and I met with the actual doctor this time. He was nice and funny. He said I have a severe case of bronchitis and prescribed me Prednisone and Hydrocodone.
We picked them up and went back home and I still felt horrible. I took some of the pills and mom had me lay down on the couch. I just watched a bunch of random shit and coughed a lot. Mom brought me some food, and I was hungry at the time (hadn't eaten anything all day), so I was really looking forward to it, but after eating half, I felt so incredibly nauseous. It was insanely intense.
I could barely breathe, that's how bad it was. I felt that way for a while, until it FINALLY went away a few hours later. That's about it, really. The whole week (I HAVEN'T POSTED ALL WEEK. OH MY FUCK) has been like that. Me being sick, trying not to chuddy, taking, like, six pills a day and coughing my lungs out. I watched a ton of TV, as usual.
*SPOILER ALERT* MICHAEL ROOKER IS GONNA BE BACK ON THE WALKING DEAD THIS SUNDAY. I am so cunting excited, I can't even tell you. Just. Shit yes. <3 Other than that, there's not much going on. I updated Cliffs Notes for TV and am just waiting to get better. I'm uneasy about the coming weeks, work-wise. They're gonna teach me new stuff and I already struggle.
I just. I need to get out. I hope I can find something else. :'3 Oh, uh, title of this post is from an ep of Splinter Cell Co-Op Theater (look it up on YouTube; PURE HILARITY). And, I've been playing Uncharted 3 since Tuesday afternoon and I beat it this morning. It was fun! I got the Headshot Expert trophy, and since I fucking love headshots, I was pretty stoked about it. XD
Remind me tomorrow and I'll update about my dreams. I keep forgetting.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*