Feb 15, 2008 17:16
I suspected that something had grabbed hold of me that sub-zero day, frittering around with the truck in Wisc. Every day I have felt a little worse and now I'm full-on miserable.
The worst part is the guilt. People are counting on me and I'm writhing around, wishing for my bed. Yesterday I worked a full day at the office, then helped load-in the boss' big show. I was trying to time it so I would give up and leave one hour before collapsing. Unfortunately, I never collapsed so I didn't get home until 5am. :(
Dragged ass into the office just long enough to write paychecks and make sure Prince Guy didn't need me to deliver lights to him tomorrow, then I went on a sick girl shopping spree and now I am home, waiting for the Nyquil to kick in.
I bought new cough drops because I believe the ones in my cupboard are about 10 years old. I do not neglect to be grateful that I haven't been this sick in 10 years but that is small comfort right now.
Last night I would have written a rant about how the boss always engineers cluster-fucks but now I'm just happy to have the weekend off to nurse myself.
Not much longer now Bed--I am coming...