khaosworks (
khaosworks) wrote2002-12-18 08:27 pm
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Singing the URTI blues
My throat feels like sandpaper, I'm coughing like the percussion section during a Duke Ellington gig, my nose is a dripping tap in the night that won't quit, my sinuses feel so clogged I should be talking like Don Corleone, the scout parties of a major off the Richter scale headache are poking around the fringes of my brain, and my imagination may soon conjure up a fever.
I am not going to work tomorrow. And probably not Friday either. I will be trudging down to Dr Bernard's across the street instead. I've told my Court Officer to tell tomorrow's parties not to show up and I've brought paperwork home to hopefully do if the medication doesn't turn me into a zombie.
I hate being sick. Hate it hate it hate it.
I am not going to work tomorrow. And probably not Friday either. I will be trudging down to Dr Bernard's across the street instead. I've told my Court Officer to tell tomorrow's parties not to show up and I've brought paperwork home to hopefully do if the medication doesn't turn me into a zombie.
I hate being sick. Hate it hate it hate it.
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Cthulhu Na Fthagn
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I send you my get well vibes!!!
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Take care, and I hope you're better soon.
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Friendly nag - soup and tea!
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*hugs*
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So when your voice goes all husky because of the cold, do you sound sexy or froggy?
Debbie
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