thankfully, my horkfest from saturday was not penguin related. whatever the virus was krept (is that a word?) into my throat and settled in.
so i woke up this morning (which is always a good start) and everything hurt. especially my throat, which was open to smaller than a dime. which alters my voice to sound like buffalo bill from silence of the lambs.
"it puts the lotion on the skin, or it get the hose again."
zipped (as much as i can zip right now) over to the doctor this morning. i love how they take your weight everytime you go. according to their spiffy digital scales, i have lost about six pounds from my norm. and i don't know how much i might have gained while on christmas vacation. either way, i can ill afford to drop weight.
temperature? 101 and some change. that's a little warmer than normal apparently.
funny thing... i had a big sweatshirt on that i had to take off for the nurse to take my blood pressure. it kept ahold of my tee shirt and exposed a little ink. she got all giddy, but i didn't show her anything. she actually asked if i was in the military or prison. like those were my only two outlets for getting ink. ummm... yeah.
then the doc came in. i told him that i have been achy like a motherfucker. "you want something good?" he asks. oh yeah, he has me on vicodine. i can just see myself on one of those MTV real life shows already. whacked out of my mind and pulling pud for pills.
and the antibotic? cefuroxime axetil, which is latin for blue horse pill. its like a sick joke for someone with throat issues. "here swallow this if you want to feel better!" twisted fucks.
and since i am out of vacation time (and salary people don't get "sick time") i gots me a note from my doctor saying that i am not safe to play with the other children for the next couple of days.
so the big dilemma... if i am feeling better on friday, and i mean a lot better, do i put the meds on pause for b-day celebration? first this shit ruins new year's. if it tanks my big three oh toast, i am going to be one pissed off sick kid!
so i woke up this morning (which is always a good start) and everything hurt. especially my throat, which was open to smaller than a dime. which alters my voice to sound like buffalo bill from silence of the lambs.
"it puts the lotion on the skin, or it get the hose again."
zipped (as much as i can zip right now) over to the doctor this morning. i love how they take your weight everytime you go. according to their spiffy digital scales, i have lost about six pounds from my norm. and i don't know how much i might have gained while on christmas vacation. either way, i can ill afford to drop weight.
temperature? 101 and some change. that's a little warmer than normal apparently.
funny thing... i had a big sweatshirt on that i had to take off for the nurse to take my blood pressure. it kept ahold of my tee shirt and exposed a little ink. she got all giddy, but i didn't show her anything. she actually asked if i was in the military or prison. like those were my only two outlets for getting ink. ummm... yeah.
then the doc came in. i told him that i have been achy like a motherfucker. "you want something good?" he asks. oh yeah, he has me on vicodine. i can just see myself on one of those MTV real life shows already. whacked out of my mind and pulling pud for pills.
and the antibotic? cefuroxime axetil, which is latin for blue horse pill. its like a sick joke for someone with throat issues. "here swallow this if you want to feel better!" twisted fucks.
and since i am out of vacation time (and salary people don't get "sick time") i gots me a note from my doctor saying that i am not safe to play with the other children for the next couple of days.
so the big dilemma... if i am feeling better on friday, and i mean a lot better, do i put the meds on pause for b-day celebration? first this shit ruins new year's. if it tanks my big three oh toast, i am going to be one pissed off sick kid!
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southernbelle:
Happy Old Guy Day sweetie! 
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