sick of being sick.
and i don't mean sick as in cool...
i mean sick as a dog.
hmm. not too sure how that phrase originated. but i digress. after a fun weekend, i went back to work on monday seemingly fine. but monday night... BAM!! i got hit with some kinda bug. i even called in sick for the past two days. i called and texted my friends in the med field jokingly, 'do you make house calls?'. but they were kind enough to give me some advice. some even verbally scolded me. 'you REALLY should stop smoking.' i know that's true though. i shoulda quit when i started again. instead, i'm sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, walking version of the "before" person in the nyquil commercials. what's weird is, i'm not even tying this into when i yacked my brains out on friday. because i like to think that they aren't related.
you see... whahahappentwas.. battle angel, paradigme, nessimince and her man, met up at my house. and i may have smoked too much earlier, so when we left to u31, i was not feelin so hot. i was fully concentrated on the ride, i couldn't even enjoy simple conversation... doOd.. i even had BOTH hands on the wheel. after we rolled up to u31 only to discover the music wasn't to our liking, we bounced. and i turned over the keys to Q. for those that know me and my tolerance for EVERYTHING, when was the last time i had to have someone else drive? RARELY if EVER. i practically told him to take the keys. we relocated to morena club and after we parked, i told everyone i just needed a few minutes. so after yackin my brains out, i felt better. walked in practically a different person. i blamed it on one thing, when really i knew it was the cigarettes. damn i really gotta quit.
i mean sick as a dog.
hmm. not too sure how that phrase originated. but i digress. after a fun weekend, i went back to work on monday seemingly fine. but monday night... BAM!! i got hit with some kinda bug. i even called in sick for the past two days. i called and texted my friends in the med field jokingly, 'do you make house calls?'. but they were kind enough to give me some advice. some even verbally scolded me. 'you REALLY should stop smoking.' i know that's true though. i shoulda quit when i started again. instead, i'm sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, walking version of the "before" person in the nyquil commercials. what's weird is, i'm not even tying this into when i yacked my brains out on friday. because i like to think that they aren't related.
you see... whahahappentwas.. battle angel, paradigme, nessimince and her man, met up at my house. and i may have smoked too much earlier, so when we left to u31, i was not feelin so hot. i was fully concentrated on the ride, i couldn't even enjoy simple conversation... doOd.. i even had BOTH hands on the wheel. after we rolled up to u31 only to discover the music wasn't to our liking, we bounced. and i turned over the keys to Q. for those that know me and my tolerance for EVERYTHING, when was the last time i had to have someone else drive? RARELY if EVER. i practically told him to take the keys. we relocated to morena club and after we parked, i told everyone i just needed a few minutes. so after yackin my brains out, i felt better. walked in practically a different person. i blamed it on one thing, when really i knew it was the cigarettes. damn i really gotta quit.