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I spent all weekend on the futon dying of the flu/cold going around:
**Thursday was coughing.
**Friday was sneezing. No exaggeration, I went through 2 216-tissue boxes of Puffs. I sneezed at least 150 times (which co-workers can attest to).
**Saturday was fever and achy all over. I couldn't swallow without pain. I had more ice cream than water since it felt good.
**Sunday I kind of felt better but still had on/off fever. My neck started itching.
**Monday I slept. When I wasn't sleeping, I was fighting the urge to itch my neck.
**Today I'm back at work. My voice is kind of shot, my throat hurts a little, and coughing is painful. I want to tear my neck off my body it itches so badly.
Aleda was super sweet the whole time I was sick. She was extra cuddly and slept on me a few times. When I woke up on the futon at 2am one night she was sleeping on me on her back which is insane. Usually she runs away as soon as you stop petting her, let alone roll over on top of you. Mr. Peterson drove me nuts since I was so sore everywhere and it hurt when she kept walking on me. And then the past two nights she kept wanting to sleep across my neck which was bad news because of the itching.
Two weeks ago I bought a book called Dead Roots, Wilting Flower by Anthony D. Carr. The Cultural Bookstore had books out at the Thompson Center. A man was sitting behind the table and put a book in my hand. He said he wrote it and I figured what the heck, I'll give it a try. He signed it for me and said that he was about to become my favorite author. Of all the works of fiction I have ever read, this book is probably the worst. I made myself finish it because I had to find out where the story was going because it made little sense. I really hoped that in the end the bad sex scenes, flashbacks to the 1800's, and fainting spells that accompanied flashbacks of a recently ended relationship would make sense. The worst was that one of the characters tests positive for HIV and blames it on the fact that ex-bf is bisexual, not on his cheating or all the unprotected sex these people keep having. I was really rooting for this book to be good. All I know is that I had a hard time sleeping last night and my dreams were about this stupid book and trying to rewrite it to make some bit of sense.
Oh My God I need my dermatologist to call me back already!
**Thursday was coughing.
**Friday was sneezing. No exaggeration, I went through 2 216-tissue boxes of Puffs. I sneezed at least 150 times (which co-workers can attest to).
**Saturday was fever and achy all over. I couldn't swallow without pain. I had more ice cream than water since it felt good.
**Sunday I kind of felt better but still had on/off fever. My neck started itching.
**Monday I slept. When I wasn't sleeping, I was fighting the urge to itch my neck.
**Today I'm back at work. My voice is kind of shot, my throat hurts a little, and coughing is painful. I want to tear my neck off my body it itches so badly.
Aleda was super sweet the whole time I was sick. She was extra cuddly and slept on me a few times. When I woke up on the futon at 2am one night she was sleeping on me on her back which is insane. Usually she runs away as soon as you stop petting her, let alone roll over on top of you. Mr. Peterson drove me nuts since I was so sore everywhere and it hurt when she kept walking on me. And then the past two nights she kept wanting to sleep across my neck which was bad news because of the itching.
Two weeks ago I bought a book called Dead Roots, Wilting Flower by Anthony D. Carr. The Cultural Bookstore had books out at the Thompson Center. A man was sitting behind the table and put a book in my hand. He said he wrote it and I figured what the heck, I'll give it a try. He signed it for me and said that he was about to become my favorite author. Of all the works of fiction I have ever read, this book is probably the worst. I made myself finish it because I had to find out where the story was going because it made little sense. I really hoped that in the end the bad sex scenes, flashbacks to the 1800's, and fainting spells that accompanied flashbacks of a recently ended relationship would make sense. The worst was that one of the characters tests positive for HIV and blames it on the fact that ex-bf is bisexual, not on his cheating or all the unprotected sex these people keep having. I was really rooting for this book to be good. All I know is that I had a hard time sleeping last night and my dreams were about this stupid book and trying to rewrite it to make some bit of sense.
Oh My God I need my dermatologist to call me back already!