a letter to the PTB
Dearest Gods Above,
I don't know what I did to piss you (one or some or all) off. Everything was fine until lunch time. I felt pretty good despite not sleeping last night, I was happy, relatively energetic... Then came the rains on my way to lunch. Lunch was good - a grilled chicken salad and conversation with a friend I hadn't talked to in ages. The trip back was weird - rain, sun, rain, sun, and so on, at least a couple times more all within a five minute period. I dropped her off at work, went to get Good Buddy Phil some jello and Gatorade (because he's violently ill and his momma is on her way to take care of him) and dropped it off at his apartment, then went to the gas station where I discovered my awesome car that is seriously in need of a tune up got about 35 miles per gallon on this last tank of gas. (Go George!) Upon returning to work, everything was looking good.
Once I got to work, one of YOU decided it would be funny if my internal heater quit working. Here I sit, shivering so hard I can barely type without multitudes of corrections. On top of that, my tummy is feeling weird, and the pain in my hands, legs, back and hips is unbearable. The doctor has not called in my meds yet, and I am currently without anything that will do a decent job of easing my aches. I am trying not to cry. I am trying to stick it out until 5 p.m. I am failing miserably.
I need someone to give me a ride home so I can soak in my whirlpool tub until I quit crying. Please send someone my way, preferably someone that can drive "easy" so as not to upset my fragile body. Also, please get the doctor on the ball to call my pharmacy. I need drugs.
Love,
Me
I don't know what I did to piss you (one or some or all) off. Everything was fine until lunch time. I felt pretty good despite not sleeping last night, I was happy, relatively energetic... Then came the rains on my way to lunch. Lunch was good - a grilled chicken salad and conversation with a friend I hadn't talked to in ages. The trip back was weird - rain, sun, rain, sun, and so on, at least a couple times more all within a five minute period. I dropped her off at work, went to get Good Buddy Phil some jello and Gatorade (because he's violently ill and his momma is on her way to take care of him) and dropped it off at his apartment, then went to the gas station where I discovered my awesome car that is seriously in need of a tune up got about 35 miles per gallon on this last tank of gas. (Go George!) Upon returning to work, everything was looking good.
Once I got to work, one of YOU decided it would be funny if my internal heater quit working. Here I sit, shivering so hard I can barely type without multitudes of corrections. On top of that, my tummy is feeling weird, and the pain in my hands, legs, back and hips is unbearable. The doctor has not called in my meds yet, and I am currently without anything that will do a decent job of easing my aches. I am trying not to cry. I am trying to stick it out until 5 p.m. I am failing miserably.
I need someone to give me a ride home so I can soak in my whirlpool tub until I quit crying. Please send someone my way, preferably someone that can drive "easy" so as not to upset my fragile body. Also, please get the doctor on the ball to call my pharmacy. I need drugs.
Love,
Me