I feel even worse today than I did yesterday. All my mucous membranes seem to be oozing, well, stuff. And I won’t even get into what’s coming out my backside…
Until next time...
I am home today. Sick. I am mostly laying on the couch. Mostly. I feel like what I imagine the inside of a porta-potty after a two-week stint on a construction site must be like.
I have decided we need a more comfortable couch for relaxing on.
Maybe I will watch some porn to see if that makes me feel better.
Until next time...
Made it through the weekend without incident. The tooth hole is healing fine. And on-call wasn’t tragic. Now to start drinking… again.
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I think my body’s warranty finally ran out. I just turned another year older, and right after that my back starts acting up. And then this last Friday at lunch, I shattered a molar. What the hell!
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I have a friend who went into the hospital last night for chest pains. More than likely it was induced by stress build-up. So, the question is—how do you help someone who has bottled up all that stress?
I’ve been in the same stress-bottle-boat before, and I still don’t know how I overcame it, or if I really ever did. So how could I possibly help someone else?
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I’ve been home ill since Monday afternoon. Today is the first day I’ve been able to function somewhat normally. I’ve got an ear infection that won’t let up (had it before we went to NOLA, and the medication just didn’t get rid of it) and have just wanted to drive an ice pick into the side of my head to make the pain stop. Hopefully this round of medication will do the trick. Then I’ve got to go to a specialist to find out why I keep having the reoccurring earaches.
Until next time...