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My mom gave me this awesome soft and warm robe for Christmas. I wear it pretty much any time I'm at home. I come home from work/the gym/shopping/being out with friends and I change into my flannel pajama pants (another Christmas gift, this time from my friend Kelli), a t shirt, and I throw my robe on. I never wear outside clothes at home anymore- EVER- just these comfy clothes (or "softs" as we call them in my family). I've perfected the life of ultimate sloth I've always wanted.
On Friday I thought I was getting sick, but it was at those early stages where I couldn't tell the difference between whether or not I was actually sick or if I just didn't want to go to work on Saturday. Since I'd been thinking all week I wanted to call in on Saturday I assumed it was just my general apathy towards work rearing its head. (Side note: I've hit a wall with the work thing. Not that I don't love my job. I do. I just hate waking up so damn early to get to it.) But because I made a few decisions on Friday evening that will necessitate my going in to work extra shifts from now until forever, I didn't call in.
Bad move.
I made it through about half my shift before I had to throw in the towel. I went home, put on my softs, fell asleep at 8 and stayed that way until 10 the next morning. I then proceeded to spend the next two days curled up on the couch in my awesome robe watching design shows and coughing my lungs out. I thought I was getting over it last night but today when I woke up it was like everything had moved from my chest to my head. My nose won't stop running, and I keep going on these impressive sneeze sprees. Seriously- I hit 15 in a row earlier today. Too bad there was no one around to see it. The coughing continues though. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was dying.
I really wish I could stay home for yet another day sleeping and watching House Hunters, Designed to Sell, Cold Case Files and City Confidential. Those shows are my crack and while they don't make me feel better they do distract me. But I'm signed up for a stupid class that will add to my skill set and it's only offered once a year so I have to go. And sit in my non-soft clothes hacking my lungs out and sneezing every 30 seconds while all the other nurses glare at me for possibly infecting them with whatever creeping crud it is that I have.
Blech. Though on the bright side I just found a tube of chap stick in the pockets of my robe so not everything sucks.
On Friday I thought I was getting sick, but it was at those early stages where I couldn't tell the difference between whether or not I was actually sick or if I just didn't want to go to work on Saturday. Since I'd been thinking all week I wanted to call in on Saturday I assumed it was just my general apathy towards work rearing its head. (Side note: I've hit a wall with the work thing. Not that I don't love my job. I do. I just hate waking up so damn early to get to it.) But because I made a few decisions on Friday evening that will necessitate my going in to work extra shifts from now until forever, I didn't call in.
Bad move.
I made it through about half my shift before I had to throw in the towel. I went home, put on my softs, fell asleep at 8 and stayed that way until 10 the next morning. I then proceeded to spend the next two days curled up on the couch in my awesome robe watching design shows and coughing my lungs out. I thought I was getting over it last night but today when I woke up it was like everything had moved from my chest to my head. My nose won't stop running, and I keep going on these impressive sneeze sprees. Seriously- I hit 15 in a row earlier today. Too bad there was no one around to see it. The coughing continues though. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was dying.
I really wish I could stay home for yet another day sleeping and watching House Hunters, Designed to Sell, Cold Case Files and City Confidential. Those shows are my crack and while they don't make me feel better they do distract me. But I'm signed up for a stupid class that will add to my skill set and it's only offered once a year so I have to go. And sit in my non-soft clothes hacking my lungs out and sneezing every 30 seconds while all the other nurses glare at me for possibly infecting them with whatever creeping crud it is that I have.
Blech. Though on the bright side I just found a tube of chap stick in the pockets of my robe so not everything sucks.