Sick as a... something.

Started hacking Saturday night, and it feels like my lungs have fluid in them and are trying to rip themselves out of my body one piece at a time by way of my throat, thereby causing me all sorts of pain and discomfort. And my throat is feeling very swollen and abused and so I do not wish for this to happen. So I am calling in sick tonight at work, and finding a place under a blanket (or a couple) to curl up and hide for the next couple days. This pretty much puts a kabosh on any social activity until then, as I - A. Am not the best or most exciting guest because coughing just does not do well in conversations; and B. I am most likely contageous, in one way or another. So I will be out of time, and out of touch. I WILL however be at work Thurs night, if I am still breathing (and maybe even if I'm not, for that matter).

And no, I don't do chicken soup, not at all, not in the least bit. But I am looking for a sudoku puzzle book to keep my mind occupied as my body tries to fight off ANOTHER cold for the year. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that my screwed up schedule and my lack of sleep are starting to wear my body down.

Naaaaahhhhh.

*edited* Well, I can only hide under the blankies for so long, seems I don't have enough earned hours to take a sick day. Not if I want to go on vacation here in a couple weeks to go to Vermont with some very special people. So it's back to bed, and up in time to drag my achy-ass to work tonight. I am so looking forward to this.

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Bad enough that the house felt cold as hell and I couldn't sleep at all because my joints hurt so bad and I WAS COLD DARNIT so I went to clean out my car and ended up sleeping in it instead. Bad enough that I was STILL cold so while in said car I covered myself in jackets and shirts in attempt to get warm. Bad enough that I coughed so hard I rocked the car several times, during the several hours I attempted to sleep in said car. But no, my roomies had to drag me off to the ER in pink fuzzy slippers! Oh the shame, the horror, the living hell of going to one's own ER in the hospital where one works in green quilted flannel and pink fuzzy slippers. My only saving grace was that most of them didn't recognize me. Yes, I really did look that bad.

I'll never be able to live this one down. Never.

And yes, have that upper respiratory thingie, and was told I needed to sleep (but not in a closed car) and rest and liquids and antibiotics. And you know, they kept asking me if I smoked but I don't, ok? Don't do it, never done it (ok, may have inhaled on occasion when copious amounts of alcohol was involved, but never picked up the habit and all). Apparently this thing is worse if you smoke or are around it.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

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