I'm sick
Prepare for whining.
There is going to be absolutely nothing useful or important or telling in this journal entry, but I just felt the need to whine about how bad I feel.
My throat hurts, and my head hurts, and my body feels achy and feverish (even though I don't think I do have a fever -- it's what we call in Cuban, "destemplanza", and don't ask me what the translation is...I don't think it really has one....the closest is probably saying you have "the chills", although it's not exactly right, that) and I just had the beginnings of a friggin' cold two weeks ago, but this shit is going around, apparently, and when I stopped off at Walgreens after getting off work at almost 7 pm today (of all days), there was absolutely NOTHING in the cold and medicine aisle except for a bottle of Nyquil. Where the HELL is my Tylenol Cold (or Flu), huh? WHERE?!?!?! WHY did everyone decide to go buy cold medicine NOW???
*whine, whine*
And of course, this happens after I've just started work again today after being gone all last week on vacation, which means there's no way I can conscientiously take even a day off from work to stay home and sweat my cold away and of course I have a dozen things waiting for me for when I got back and another dozen piled on my plate because I didn't have enough shit to do and all I want is to close my eyes and sleep and my brain is certainly not in a prime thinking condition but it doesn't really matter, does it?
*le sigh*
Just, please God...any God...all Gods...if you are merciful and kind and have one whit of care in your divine ephemeral self for this bag of flesh and bone I call a body...PLEASE don't have a guardianship come in or some client decide they want (no...NEED) to come meet with me to explain the same thing they've explained a dozen other times through every other conceivable medium? I beg. I plead. I whine. I promise sacrifices of wine and...um...chocolate? (What DO deities take as sacrifices now a days? Surely none would expect me to sacrifice a bull or goat anymore...would they?)
...and if none of this makes any sense, please forgive me...I'm not feeling my brightest at the moment.
There is going to be absolutely nothing useful or important or telling in this journal entry, but I just felt the need to whine about how bad I feel.
My throat hurts, and my head hurts, and my body feels achy and feverish (even though I don't think I do have a fever -- it's what we call in Cuban, "destemplanza", and don't ask me what the translation is...I don't think it really has one....the closest is probably saying you have "the chills", although it's not exactly right, that) and I just had the beginnings of a friggin' cold two weeks ago, but this shit is going around, apparently, and when I stopped off at Walgreens after getting off work at almost 7 pm today (of all days), there was absolutely NOTHING in the cold and medicine aisle except for a bottle of Nyquil. Where the HELL is my Tylenol Cold (or Flu), huh? WHERE?!?!?! WHY did everyone decide to go buy cold medicine NOW???
*whine, whine*
And of course, this happens after I've just started work again today after being gone all last week on vacation, which means there's no way I can conscientiously take even a day off from work to stay home and sweat my cold away and of course I have a dozen things waiting for me for when I got back and another dozen piled on my plate because I didn't have enough shit to do and all I want is to close my eyes and sleep and my brain is certainly not in a prime thinking condition but it doesn't really matter, does it?
*le sigh*
Just, please God...any God...all Gods...if you are merciful and kind and have one whit of care in your divine ephemeral self for this bag of flesh and bone I call a body...PLEASE don't have a guardianship come in or some client decide they want (no...NEED) to come meet with me to explain the same thing they've explained a dozen other times through every other conceivable medium? I beg. I plead. I whine. I promise sacrifices of wine and...um...chocolate? (What DO deities take as sacrifices now a days? Surely none would expect me to sacrifice a bull or goat anymore...would they?)
...and if none of this makes any sense, please forgive me...I'm not feeling my brightest at the moment.