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I sucked it up and went to work today. Which may or may not have been a mistake. I managed to survive my entire nine hours and came home, where I promptly took another Aleve. The shitty thing about being so sensitive to cold pills is that you can't take them if you're planning on doing any driving. However, much to my disappointed, the pill I took two hours ago is doing absolutely nothing for me. It's not even taking the edge off my congestion. I still feel like hammered shit.
I'm going to brave it again tomorrow. Why? I have no sick time left. I've got vacation time, but I'll be using that come october. Adam and I are taking a week and doing a series of little day trips around kentucky and indiana. Falls of Ohio, Mammoth Caves, Squire Boone Caverns, and Hubers are on our list (for those of you not from here, those are, in order, a series of big fossil beds, the largest known network of underground caverns in the world, another series of bigass caverns where Squire Boone is buried, and a huge orchard where you can pick your own fruit)
Next year we'll be taking a bigger vacation, to somewhere out of state. Adam has his eye on California or Vegas. I'm afraid that if we go to Vegas, he'll insist that we get married by an elvis impersonater, which he keeps suggesting. Now, I wouldn't mind eloping, but I draw the line at elvis.
I'm going to brave it again tomorrow. Why? I have no sick time left. I've got vacation time, but I'll be using that come october. Adam and I are taking a week and doing a series of little day trips around kentucky and indiana. Falls of Ohio, Mammoth Caves, Squire Boone Caverns, and Hubers are on our list (for those of you not from here, those are, in order, a series of big fossil beds, the largest known network of underground caverns in the world, another series of bigass caverns where Squire Boone is buried, and a huge orchard where you can pick your own fruit)
Next year we'll be taking a bigger vacation, to somewhere out of state. Adam has his eye on California or Vegas. I'm afraid that if we go to Vegas, he'll insist that we get married by an elvis impersonater, which he keeps suggesting. Now, I wouldn't mind eloping, but I draw the line at elvis.