It's all been done, it's all been done, it's all been done before.
So I'm at work.
Bad idea, as ideas go.
I woke up this morning, said "Damn it, I'm a big girl, I can go to work like everyone else", and off I went. I now feel like death on a big pointy stick, instead of just a popsicle stick. Apparently I sound so bad that I am now being sent home at 1:30, meaning that I get a little bit of money for working today, and hopefully have enough time then to go home, wash my Timmie's uniform that I've been too sick to even contemplate washing before, drink lots of chocolate milk, and curl in bed for a few hours.
I am, in fact, going to attempt to go into Timmies tonight. Not sure how that'll work out, since I did actually faint last night, and today I'm having so much trouble breathing I'm lightheaded at a friggin' desk job. But I don't want to keep not being able to go in, because I don't want my boss to go "Well, that Sparrow girl, more trouble than she's worth, with her gall bladder first, and now her pneumonia..."
Anyone know any surefire pneumonia cures? Other than tying a weasel around the neck? (Yeah, I read some questionable theories online...)
I just want to be WELL. Is that really so much to ask?
Bad idea, as ideas go.
I woke up this morning, said "Damn it, I'm a big girl, I can go to work like everyone else", and off I went. I now feel like death on a big pointy stick, instead of just a popsicle stick. Apparently I sound so bad that I am now being sent home at 1:30, meaning that I get a little bit of money for working today, and hopefully have enough time then to go home, wash my Timmie's uniform that I've been too sick to even contemplate washing before, drink lots of chocolate milk, and curl in bed for a few hours.
I am, in fact, going to attempt to go into Timmies tonight. Not sure how that'll work out, since I did actually faint last night, and today I'm having so much trouble breathing I'm lightheaded at a friggin' desk job. But I don't want to keep not being able to go in, because I don't want my boss to go "Well, that Sparrow girl, more trouble than she's worth, with her gall bladder first, and now her pneumonia..."
Anyone know any surefire pneumonia cures? Other than tying a weasel around the neck? (Yeah, I read some questionable theories online...)
I just want to be WELL. Is that really so much to ask?