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ohhhhh.. THERE’S the flu.


I was over confident on Monday… I’m always fashionably late.

I started feeling a weird tickle in my throat yesterday at lunch… by last night I was full on flu with the shakes and everything just like the guys went through on Monday.

I did get out in the really nice weather and run around the neighborhood and take some pics for an upcoming personal project…. and that’s about it… It was nice to hear about the election though.

I must drag my ass into the office today – if only just to do a few things…. I’m packing the Cloraseptic… I’ll be fine.

(*insert clever serial ending here*)

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stILL


I’ve felt so crappy I couldn’t even write or make images about how crappy crap was.

I’m still not back at 100% – but I’m returning to work today anyway.

I’m going stir-crazy being locked up in the house….

Plus my boss is getting fidgety and has started sending me angsty three liners from her Blackberry.

It’s nice to feel needed.

It’d also be nice to be oh look a chicken.

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altered states

Alright – so the office plague of TWO WEEKS ago only took me out for one day…. but lingered in the form of a relentlessly stuffy nose….. until… last night when my throat started to hurt.

Got up this morning feeling WAY worse than the last time… WTF.

Feel like I was hit by a truck… swallowing sucks… head’s heavy….

Sure – the altered state of mind is a nice curiosity… that combo illness / over-the-counter decongestant haze – I assume this is what being high on opium must feel like.

I spent the better part of my afternoon today listening to my cell phone ring in the other room, (sounding like it was under water to my ears) – all the while pretending I was in some smokey opium den in Marrakesh thumb-wrestling Wilkie Collins while Thomas De Quincey goes for beer…

Just then Samuel Taylor Coleridge threw open the heavy tapestry privacy curtain on our well pillowed booth and exclaimed… oh look a chicken.

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fine… I’ll call the damn doctor


So what happens when you zonk yourself out on over-the-counter decongestants and haul yourself into the office anyway? – You make yourself sicker,… of course.

By the time I heeded everyone’s advice yesterday and “Just call the friggin doctor” – it was too late and the office closed.

Let’s hear it for health insurance! I called this morning and got through. The nurse called me back this afternoon informing me:
1) Three scripts have been called into my drugstore.
2) Dr. Sandy isn’t going to put anything on my chart until I come in since it’s been since 2003 since I saw her last.

Two years? – no way… oh oh….wait… I guess she was right…

So I made an appointment…. there was no physicals slots open till December 22nd…. at least I have a few months to see how good I can get that “good-cholesterol” number before going in.

Meanwhile my Wednesday was spent mostly in a congested daze.

I’m coughing up rubber now thanks to the new meds… which I think is a good sign.

vveblech!

I’m not blog-ahhh-haaa-haaaa-arrrr-fppppt-paa-toowie.