The End Is Nigh
My workmates are threatening to evict me due to plague. And I'm frankly extremely tired of it myself.
I'm going to the doctor tomorrow at 8am. Hopefully I'll get some magic potion to cure disease, and then I can get on with my life without spending half of it coughing and the other half blowing my nose.
It's not for lack of trying -- couldn't reach the office on Friday (sleeping until about 2pm didn't help, I suspect they were on reduced hours), and had a hell of a time getting through today.
I've spent entirely too much of this year being sick or otherwise discomforted. Next year better NOT be the same.
I'm going to the doctor tomorrow at 8am. Hopefully I'll get some magic potion to cure disease, and then I can get on with my life without spending half of it coughing and the other half blowing my nose.
It's not for lack of trying -- couldn't reach the office on Friday (sleeping until about 2pm didn't help, I suspect they were on reduced hours), and had a hell of a time getting through today.
I've spent entirely too much of this year being sick or otherwise discomforted. Next year better NOT be the same.