It's time to stop trying to deny it
I think I actually am sick. Wet, rattling cough, blowing my nose all night, and sweating all the time, even when it's not hot. (I'm 153 pounds as of today, so it's not like I'm sweating because of all my obesity anymore!). It sucks because I hate calling into work, and I'll probably have to before this is over. I like staying home, but I always imagine a meeting with my supervisor, my three doctors, the chair of Cardiology, and a representative from the Department of Medicine, all of them deliberating whether or not I'm actually sick or just playing hookey.
Last time I called in sick, two of my doctors never even found out, and the chair of Cardiology doesn't know who I am ever since I went back to blonde. And that's the way I like it.
Oh, and hello everyone. I got married about six months ago.
Last time I called in sick, two of my doctors never even found out, and the chair of Cardiology doesn't know who I am ever since I went back to blonde. And that's the way I like it.
Oh, and hello everyone. I got married about six months ago.