Watching all the insects march along
Aug. 1st, 2011 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zeccyWoke up this morning, NOT feeling like P-Diddy, with a burning fever and throwing up. Hauled my carcass to work anyway. My boss took one look at me, and asked if I was going to make it through the day. I told her that I would do my best, and I wouldn't go home short of throwing up blood.
So what happens?
I start throwing up blood. Now, I wasn't throwing up buckets of it or anything, and it was probably just from my scratched up throat, but I did throw up blood none the less. So I marched my happy ass to my boss, sucked it up, and requested an early release. So I come home at 1:30 (ish) and promptly pass the FUCK out.
Woke up at 3, wolfed down some ramen and three bottles of water, passed the FUCK out again. Woke up a few minutes ago feeling slightly more human. My fever broke, my head hurts like a motherfucker, and I can't breathe out of my nose, but I feel infinitely better than I did this morning.
So I will suck down Coke Zero in hopes that this pounding in my head is from caffeine withdrawals, pop another DayQuil tablet, and pray that the Subway gods deliver. Which they will. (Read: boyfriend is getting some right now)
I think I will spend my evening reading dirty, filthy smut (yay!) and attempting to recover.
PERFECTLY GOOD EXCUSE TO SEE THOR.
So what happens?
I start throwing up blood. Now, I wasn't throwing up buckets of it or anything, and it was probably just from my scratched up throat, but I did throw up blood none the less. So I marched my happy ass to my boss, sucked it up, and requested an early release. So I come home at 1:30 (ish) and promptly pass the FUCK out.
Woke up at 3, wolfed down some ramen and three bottles of water, passed the FUCK out again. Woke up a few minutes ago feeling slightly more human. My fever broke, my head hurts like a motherfucker, and I can't breathe out of my nose, but I feel infinitely better than I did this morning.
So I will suck down Coke Zero in hopes that this pounding in my head is from caffeine withdrawals, pop another DayQuil tablet, and pray that the Subway gods deliver. Which they will. (Read: boyfriend is getting some right now)
I think I will spend my evening reading dirty, filthy smut (yay!) and attempting to recover.
PERFECTLY GOOD EXCUSE TO SEE THOR.