Great weekend...Jim & Cat bought pop-up....we took a few Winnebijou runs...grandpa and I saw a coyote on the way home...it's the Brule, so what more is there to say?
I went home last night at 7. I thought I could make it until 8 because I went in at noon and was going to try and get my 8 hours in at least, but I couldn't do it. When you're ill, time slows to half it's normal speed, anyway. There was no way I was making it until 8. Tim gave me a guilt trip. "Don't worry...I had walking pneumonia one time and I left here to go to the doctor and get my meds, then came back here to do a 12-hour shift." I'm like, dude. I don't care about YOU. I am not at all productive like this. When he said all that I knew it'd be pointless to ask if I could go home. Then I threw up my supper and Doreen told me she'd yell at Tim today for me. She also signed the bottom of the note I wrote so he knew it was legit and all that. I have a doctor's appointment at 1:30 but he told me he already has a doctor's note today. He told me he could tell by the way I sounded there's no WAY I'm going to work today. Blah. I feel this heavy weight on my chest if I breath normal, so I'm taking short breaths, and so when I try to drink something it is difficult to not make a mess. I can't breathe through my nose and I'm not accustomed to sipping. I'm not hungry or thirsty but I at least have to stay hydrated. I also know that I need sleep but I've discovered that it's all ten times worse in the horizontal position. I tried the half sitting up thing...no good. I've turned into Rudolf over night and my glands are sooooo swollen. My ears hurt because when you're sick, your senses are magnified. I want to take a shower but my body doesn't want me to stand up for that long. I want to take a bath, but that requires more horizontal stuff. I want to not be SICK but I cursed myself so it's no one else's fault but my own. I took a sip out of Cat's water bottle when she gave me some stuff for my headache...even warned me that it may not be the best choice because she's had her mouth all over it...she's on the downside of the cold/sinus infection and into the coughing stage now. The next morning I had a bit of a sore throat but it seemed to go away as the day progressed. Monday I felt okay to start wit but on the way home kept sneezing, with no tissue. Yesterday I felt like my head was being tightened in a vice and today it's pretty much the same but I feel half dead sort of and the head in the vice feels even tighter, and my head could pop off of my neck anytime now. Yuck. Why I'm typin this out, I couldn't tell ya. Everyone's been sick before, everyone knows what it's like. I'm just complaining because I can and I HATE being home sick because I'm boooored. TV sucks...movies aren't appealing to me...cross stitch requires thinking...meh. Where's that shotgun? (just kiddin...don't worry)
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