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I'm a prisoner in my own house. My warden is some strange combination of the "MOV crud" and a sinus infection. Unfortunately, this warden isn't as cool or musically gifted as Matron Momma Morton from Chicago. Because of immune-deficient people in the house, I sit sequestered in my room, kept company by Sago, the little black gerbil, and random tv shows. My head hurts too much to eat, my neck is tight, and I'm in a Sudafed-induced haze.
I was sent home from work today after only an hour and a half of a six hour shift. After hearing me call the doc for a prescription, the boss sent me home the first chance he got. "Feel better! Get rest!" my manager shouted after me as a schlepped to my car.
So, here I sit hungry but not eager to eat anything, waiting for a call from the pharmacy to tell me my new meds are ready.
I'm going back to project runway and sleep.
I was sent home from work today after only an hour and a half of a six hour shift. After hearing me call the doc for a prescription, the boss sent me home the first chance he got. "Feel better! Get rest!" my manager shouted after me as a schlepped to my car.
So, here I sit hungry but not eager to eat anything, waiting for a call from the pharmacy to tell me my new meds are ready.
I'm going back to project runway and sleep.