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I HATE BEING SICK
Jun. 12th, 2002 09:23 pmI have the flu.
It started Monday afternoon (public holiday here in Brisbane) with just a itchy throat, and the occasional sniffle. Woke up Tuesday morning with the full blown flu. (Side Note: Why is it that I wake up early with the flu, and yet on healthy days I have trouble waking up at all?)
Made three phone calls, firstly to work saying I can't make it, secondly to my physio canceling my appointment, and lastly to the gym canceling my personal training appoint that evening.
I then went back to bed.
On a good note, I did get a lot of cleaning done yesterday afternoon. Nothing better to do.
I went to bed about midnight, hoping to get some sleep. Got back up about one, and did some computer stuff for a while (Whirlpool is a fun way to waste time!) and then went back to bed about two. Got up to blow my nose about three, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about four, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about five, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about six, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about seven, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about eight, and decided that there was no way I was going to work in my current state.
Another day lost, and I'm not that optimistic about going to work tomorrow.
I've already gone through two boxes of tissues, and am on to my third (don't have any more in the house that I remember, better do some shopping), and I've already dumped one garbage bag of used tissues (eww, gross!).
Excuse me universe, I'm not supposed to get sick, remember?
I think I'm just going to go off and sulk and watch some Buffy!
It started Monday afternoon (public holiday here in Brisbane) with just a itchy throat, and the occasional sniffle. Woke up Tuesday morning with the full blown flu. (Side Note: Why is it that I wake up early with the flu, and yet on healthy days I have trouble waking up at all?)
Made three phone calls, firstly to work saying I can't make it, secondly to my physio canceling my appointment, and lastly to the gym canceling my personal training appoint that evening.
I then went back to bed.
On a good note, I did get a lot of cleaning done yesterday afternoon. Nothing better to do.
I went to bed about midnight, hoping to get some sleep. Got back up about one, and did some computer stuff for a while (Whirlpool is a fun way to waste time!) and then went back to bed about two. Got up to blow my nose about three, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about four, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about five, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about six, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about seven, and went back to bed. Got up to blow my nose about eight, and decided that there was no way I was going to work in my current state.
Another day lost, and I'm not that optimistic about going to work tomorrow.
I've already gone through two boxes of tissues, and am on to my third (don't have any more in the house that I remember, better do some shopping), and I've already dumped one garbage bag of used tissues (eww, gross!).
Excuse me universe, I'm not supposed to get sick, remember?
I think I'm just going to go off and sulk and watch some Buffy!
