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It's my birthday... and I'm sick. I feel tired, weak and I have a cough and a runny nose with a lot of nasal drip action going on. It's mainly when I'm laying down trying to sleep that it affects me the worst, but today even after I got up, I was still coughing quite a lot and feeling quite shitty, so I decided to go ahead and call my boss, and he said he thought I should go to the doctor today and see what they say. Turns out I have a cold, and the doctor wrote me a note saying I need to take today off work, and he gave me a prescription for some Sudafed, which was kind of disappointing. But when I went to pick up the medicine, I asked the pharmacist if I could also buy some cough syrup, cos I saw some behind the counter, and she chose one that is basically like Robitussin DM, so I can take it with the Sudafed, without overdosing on anything.
I guess if I'm going to be sick on any birthday, this is a good birthday to be sick, since all I was going to do today anyway was work, and then maybe go out with coworkers afterwards. I went out with coworkers last night anyway, though, so it's almost like no loss at all, except that being sick sucks.
I did get a few birthday gifts: Rudy bought two Kindle books for me and I also received two shirts in the mail today that I'd ordered myself on Amazon, with money that my parents gave me for my birthday. I'm glad at least I get to just rest, and not worry about working, and the doctor said that after three days of rest I should be better enough to work on Thursday (I have tomorrow and Wednesday off anyway.)
I'm drinking tea and resting in bed, probably going to watch a bunch of Secret Diary of a Call Girl today and go to bed early as possible without fucking up my sleep schedule.
I guess if I'm going to be sick on any birthday, this is a good birthday to be sick, since all I was going to do today anyway was work, and then maybe go out with coworkers afterwards. I went out with coworkers last night anyway, though, so it's almost like no loss at all, except that being sick sucks.
I did get a few birthday gifts: Rudy bought two Kindle books for me and I also received two shirts in the mail today that I'd ordered myself on Amazon, with money that my parents gave me for my birthday. I'm glad at least I get to just rest, and not worry about working, and the doctor said that after three days of rest I should be better enough to work on Thursday (I have tomorrow and Wednesday off anyway.)
I'm drinking tea and resting in bed, probably going to watch a bunch of Secret Diary of a Call Girl today and go to bed early as possible without fucking up my sleep schedule.