PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

sick

Thursday, Feb. 07, 2002
Man oh man…I haven’t felt this bad in so long that I can’t even remember the last time I felt this bad. Maybe the day after I gave birth. That might rank high up there. I remember my hair feeling all sweaty and rank like it does today. Yeah I managed to get up and get showered and crawl my ass to work. Long enough to realize that I really need to go to the doctor. So I have an appointment at 2:15. Now if I can make it through the next 5 hours. OMG 5 hours never seemed to be so long.

I called off yesterday and let “Bucky” ride his scooter to school after the crossing guards would be there to help him across the road. I rolled over and went back to sleep before he ever even made it to school I’m sure. I slept all day. Twice I rolled over and realized I was still sleepy. Once at 1 p.m. and once again when I heard the boys come in after school/work. Both times I felt too tired to even consider crawling out of bed. Finally at 6 p.m. my bladder won out. I hate being this sick. It’s so nasty.

I walked into work this morning and 3 of the sales guys said “wow you look like shit!” Uh…thanks. Just what a sick girl wants to hear. At least no one thinks I’m faking it to sit at home and eat bon bon’s and watch soap operas. I didn’t even feel good enough to watch Martha Stewart floss her dog’s teeth or something. I didn’t do anything but breath basically.

At 6 p.m. I got up and took a shower thinking it might help cool me down…didn’t help much. I then logged on and left him a message telling him I was sick and wouldn’t be around. I then tried to eat some dinner with no luck. I didn’t feel much like eating anything. I would chew and then couldn’t swallow. Miserable miserable!

I decided around 9 that I had better force myself to sit up for a few hours because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to sleep through the night. I talked to him for a few minutes but I was having a tough time keeping my head up so I put a pillow on my desk and laid my head down and listened to him singing. Mmmmm….he could sing me to sleep anytime. I love the way his voice sounds. It’s so sweet. We didn’t talk long though…cause I was so sick. He told me “you need to go to the doctor…I hope you feel better…”

This morning in my email…he sent me a card….it says..

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
That’s how we feel
Without you
Sooooo!
Hurry up and get well
(he added this part)
You’re Sick and Feeling Bad
Maybe this will cheer you up
There’s only 2 days left this week…
Him


He’s not the card type….so….that was sweet. Now if only I felt better….if only anything would help. I need some antibiotics…period! That’s all that can or will help me.

Ut oh…I just got called into Lynda’s office. I thought… “here we go…I’m gonna get in trouble for something…” But I get in there and she offers me some Vitamin C tablets and she bought me a bottle of “Energy Essentials” mutli-supplements cause since I’ve been on this diet she thinks that I’m lacking vitamins. Probably. Maybe that’s why I’m so sick right now. She then says “I didn’t expect you to be in today either after I heard how bad you sounded yesterday” So I suppose its all good. I’m glad. This being sick is bad enough let alone to be in the doghouse with the bosses.

All I’ve been able to put down is Gatorade and its loaded with carbohydrates. But I think I’ve lost 5 lbs in the last 2 days. My jeans are hanging off of me. Sickening. I feel so unattractive today… I need a hug. I need some medicine. I need to go back to bed.

Everyone around me is getting sick too. Lynda said her throat hurts and Kenny in shipping said his throat hurts. Everyone’s gonna get this. I’m goin to get antibiotics this afternoon and get rid of it once and for all. $25 to the doctor and another $25 for the pharmacy. Argh…sick and broke…suckage!

Hey Mad...thanks for noticing and worrying....now can ya come rub my temples....my head hurts so bad. *moan*

You know I look like total shit when Unger is giving me his TheraFlu saying “here …you need this!” teehee…

-PoeticaL


I break every day
stressed out in every kind of way
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired
all I need and crave
is a loud life with the power to fade
I am living because I keep it all inside

-Everclear

When will this end?
It goes on and on
Over and over and over again
Keeps spinning around
I know that it won't stop
'Til I stand down from this sick cycle carousel

-Lifehouse
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