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I hate being sick.
I hate cold medicine. (Non-drowsy stuff puts me to sleep and stuff that should knock me out keeps me up. o_O This is why the entire thought of NyQuil scares the life out of me.)
I hate going to work sick.
On the bright side, apparently I was wobbling on my feet enough and -completely- out of it enough to get asked if I wanted to go home early yesterday. ^^;;;
And tea makes everything better. My head is no longer spinning quite as bad, and my ears aren't as stuffed, but now I'm losing my voice and the cold is moving into my chest. Yay.
I slept most of yesterday after I got home and wish I could do the same today.
Oh, and I can't call in. I'm the closing manager. I'd get whined at.
Shoot me? ^^;;
I hate cold medicine. (Non-drowsy stuff puts me to sleep and stuff that should knock me out keeps me up. o_O This is why the entire thought of NyQuil scares the life out of me.)
I hate going to work sick.
On the bright side, apparently I was wobbling on my feet enough and -completely- out of it enough to get asked if I wanted to go home early yesterday. ^^;;;
And tea makes everything better. My head is no longer spinning quite as bad, and my ears aren't as stuffed, but now I'm losing my voice and the cold is moving into my chest. Yay.
I slept most of yesterday after I got home and wish I could do the same today.
Oh, and I can't call in. I'm the closing manager. I'd get whined at.
Shoot me? ^^;;