But Moooomm! I Don’t Want to get Sick!

29 08 2008

At the docs on Wendesday, the nurse took my tempature.
“Oh, that’s not too bad.” she comments.  Then she looks at my chart.
I typically run cold, about 97 degrees or so (that’s um, 32 Celsius?).
“Well, there is a new infection going around…” as she puffs up the BP cuff around my arm.  “It starts off like allergies, then it kicks your butt.”


So it’s eight last night (and I did a full workout after work) and I’m this side of comatose.
I go up to bed around 8:45.

“Hey Steph, I gotta go.” Says Steve.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“Uh, no.  I’m going to work.”
“I have to go to work now.”
“It’s morning?”
“Oh, that sucks.”

And on a long weekend?  Come one body, why would you do that to me?!
(and for all of you motherly types, I am taking medicine…)



One response

29 08 2008

strange…last night found me being sick too–i barfed up my dinner…it was a technicolor dream–and ONLY a grilled cheese! is that too much info? i’m much better now, but husban-dito called from work wanking about feeling stuffy and sick. and so the holiday weekend begins.

“Technicolor dream”… is that an MST3K reference? You seem like a Misty-er.

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