Good morning, friends. It’s Tuesday. I’ve got a coffee, and I took a rare morning shower this morning as an attempt to make myself feel even a little bit better.
As much as I enjoyed pulling into the parking lot yesterday and seeing I’d screwed my schedule up and wasn’t working with StressedRPh, it wasn’t enough to miraculously heal me. I singlehandedly went through an entire box of tissues during my shift yesterday. No amount of pumping myself full of drugs is helping. Last night, I filled the neti pot with water straight from the tap, and, praying for a brain-eating amoeba and the sweet release of death, headed for the bathroom with a warning heard mostly in horror movies that feature demonic possession: don’t come in here no matter what sounds you hear.
I’m really hoping I can check out a little early today, I want nothing more than to put on some footy pajamas and curl up on the couch with both cats and some bad daytime tv.
Dang girl, hope you feel better soon. Best wishes to get over that ASAP!
It’s my typical nasty upper respiratory infection. I’m already on antibiotics for a tooth issue, and I’m hoping those will be enough to kick this other issue as well.