I'm just gonna go home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain.
I hate being sick - it feels like such a waste of time. First of all, I canNOT afford to miss much more work, at all. Second of all, if I'm going to be missing work anyways, it better be for a fun day, not a sick day.
You know that feeling, when you are drinking something, and you laugh so hard that you get liquid up your nose, and it stings like a bitch? My nose has felt like that for 48 hours now. I'm also losing my voice, and developing a cough. Also, my head feels all slow and fuzzy, like someone's stuffed it with cotton. Lastly, I have the worst cramps of my life, which is just like salt on the wounds of the sick.
To make these past two days not a total waste, I've been trying to be slightly productive - I've done a load of laundry, swept the floor, done some dishes. Mostly though, I've just done lazy sick things: I took a hot bath, have drank my body weight in tea, and watched about 8 episodes of Buffy.
All I can say is I'd better be better by tomorrow - I have a long weekend coming up. Tomorrow I work a 9 hour shift, then am meeting my roommate and Mika for pool, because, apparently, what better way to end a 3 month silence by asking my roommate to ask me to meet you for pool rather than actually having a talk with me? Blarg. Be that as it may, I then work 9.5 hours Saturday, then have Guerilla Gay-Fare that night, as well as a friend's band performing at Babylon. Sunday, I work 7 hours, then have dinner with my grandparents. I'm getting tired just thinking about it...
You know that feeling, when you are drinking something, and you laugh so hard that you get liquid up your nose, and it stings like a bitch? My nose has felt like that for 48 hours now. I'm also losing my voice, and developing a cough. Also, my head feels all slow and fuzzy, like someone's stuffed it with cotton. Lastly, I have the worst cramps of my life, which is just like salt on the wounds of the sick.
To make these past two days not a total waste, I've been trying to be slightly productive - I've done a load of laundry, swept the floor, done some dishes. Mostly though, I've just done lazy sick things: I took a hot bath, have drank my body weight in tea, and watched about 8 episodes of Buffy.
All I can say is I'd better be better by tomorrow - I have a long weekend coming up. Tomorrow I work a 9 hour shift, then am meeting my roommate and Mika for pool, because, apparently, what better way to end a 3 month silence by asking my roommate to ask me to meet you for pool rather than actually having a talk with me? Blarg. Be that as it may, I then work 9.5 hours Saturday, then have Guerilla Gay-Fare that night, as well as a friend's band performing at Babylon. Sunday, I work 7 hours, then have dinner with my grandparents. I'm getting tired just thinking about it...