Sickness sucks
So after working insane hours trying to get this project launched my boss decided to give the office Friday off. Pretty unheard of considering people have worked holidays and weekends. Nevertheless I wanted to make the best of it. I hung out on Thursday night denying impending sickness, trying to attribute my inability to breathe as “allergies.” Such was not the culprit by the time I awoke Friday. I was, for the first time in almost two years, legitimately sick.
Since my coworker calls me Sadness I had no choice but to report to her that I was spending my day off sick in bed. She texted back that she had pulled her neck and was sleeping on a heat pack. Figures we would both be decrepit - a definite sign that God hates us. This, by the way, is the same coworker who claims her life went downhill the minute she met me but I stand by my declaration that karma just finally caught up. Later, I drank a bit too much Dayquil (which I later discovered was a year past its expiration date), struggled to nap, and was woken in a half-slumber by a mad flutist from the complex over. Two years ago when I had Dayquil I thought it made me feel a bit loopy. Yesterday, it made me feel straight up insane as I battled to wake up completely, especially with the man fluting away. But I still considered my coworker to be the winner of most decrepit when she texted me again to report she’d been on the couch for 8 hours with the heat pad.
Her “sad” status lasted until today when I continued to take the Dayquil, and didn’t do much besides nap and eat a slice of pie. When I got out of the shower, I started feeling a bit dizzy and tried to control it with some deep breaths. That wasn’t doing the trick, so in my toweled up haze, I went towards my room and everything started going black. That’s when, in my dizzy state, I had no choice but to throw my towel on my bed (because I was conscious enough to not want to soak my bed) and lie down to keep from passing out completely. And folks, that’s probably the only time you would have had a chance to find me wet and naked in my bed for the 15 minutes I stayed, afraid to stand up to another world of blackness.
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Good God, you know if I had been in LA, this would have been the weekend to do so. And you would have awoken from your black sleep to see me, staring right back at you. Like the voices in your head. (Is that a Metallica song, or did I make that up?)