So I was wondering why I drank two large, not-caffeine-free Diet Cokes at the Yankees game today, only to fall asleep on the ride home, and why every time Wendell gets anywhere near me I think I'm being asphyxiated, and why I suddenly feel all clammy and gross and tired. And I'm coughing and sneezing and then the light bulb FINALLY goes on (slow filament, I suppose) and I remember that many of the people I work with were severely under the weather this week, and I'm probably getting sick. And this is a really shitty time for that because I have a ton of work to procrastinate doing tomorrow, and this week is supposed to be a week of fun and forward momentum, capped off with a road trip to Maryland for a football game, so I'm trying to decide if I should ignore it and hope it doesn't get worse or buy enough pseudoephedrine to send my blood pressure soaring and make the pharmacist suspicious that I'm going into the crystal meth business.
Being sick bites. It bites worse than the Yankees, and boy did they bite today.
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4 comments:
You are so funny. I love the laughs I inevitably get when I visit!
I laughed at your pain...but you made me do it.
Feel better soon.
Rx
P.S. Is fWendell sick too?
I'm amazed at how you can find the funny in being sick. It's a gift. Roll with it!
And you got to see Yankee Stadium before it disappears. Coolness!
Feel better soon. The world needs your words.
Sorry to hear this Carli...unless it was a false alarm and you feel fine now, in which case I'm glad to hear that :)
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