Gah...
Self-pity: Maximum. Woeangst: intializing.
We are GO for whining, folks. I say again, we are GO for whining.
I've got a horrible cough, I'm running a bad fever, and I can't seem to get warm. Seriously. They sent me home early tonight because I couldn't stop shivering.
Mom thinks I may have the flu. I've never had the flu before. I don't like it at all if this is the flu. I'm never neglecting a flu shot ever after this. I get why so many people died of it during and after WWI. It was probably a relief to stop fighting it and anything nicknamed "The Doomsday Flu" doesn't seem like anything you ever want to contract.
Oh, thank Eru, the fever seems to be going down, so I'm warming up a bit. Even my fingers.
I still may call in to work, tomorrow, though, always assuming I even have the energy to get out of bed. I feel like ten kinds of crap and I don't think that's gonna be very helpful to doing customer service.
I just want the nyquil to kick in and make me be not-concious now. Can I have that, please?
Yep. One virus later and I go from "I am woman, hear me ROAR!" to "I want my mommy now, plzkthnx."
Yeah. Way to knock out the movement, microbes. (glares a bit. Pitifully, mind you.)
On the bright side, think of all the knitting and reading I'll manage to catch up on between moans, groans, and whimpering requests for someone to kill me.
And fanfic. I still want to finish my Ripple Effect crackfic. Mostly because, shit, if I have to be doubled over and unable to breathe, you lot should have to join me, even if it's only from laughing.
Yeah.
We are GO for whining, folks. I say again, we are GO for whining.
I've got a horrible cough, I'm running a bad fever, and I can't seem to get warm. Seriously. They sent me home early tonight because I couldn't stop shivering.
Mom thinks I may have the flu. I've never had the flu before. I don't like it at all if this is the flu. I'm never neglecting a flu shot ever after this. I get why so many people died of it during and after WWI. It was probably a relief to stop fighting it and anything nicknamed "The Doomsday Flu" doesn't seem like anything you ever want to contract.
Oh, thank Eru, the fever seems to be going down, so I'm warming up a bit. Even my fingers.
I still may call in to work, tomorrow, though, always assuming I even have the energy to get out of bed. I feel like ten kinds of crap and I don't think that's gonna be very helpful to doing customer service.
I just want the nyquil to kick in and make me be not-concious now. Can I have that, please?
Yep. One virus later and I go from "I am woman, hear me ROAR!" to "I want my mommy now, plzkthnx."
Yeah. Way to knock out the movement, microbes. (glares a bit. Pitifully, mind you.)
On the bright side, think of all the knitting and reading I'll manage to catch up on between moans, groans, and whimpering requests for someone to kill me.
And fanfic. I still want to finish my Ripple Effect crackfic. Mostly because, shit, if I have to be doubled over and unable to breathe, you lot should have to join me, even if it's only from laughing.
Yeah.