sicky sick whiney whine
Who had a grand ol’ time celebrating Thanksgiving for the past week? Me.
Who has some sort of plague that has made my lymph nodes quintuple in size, two straight nights of fever, and a face full of snot that just won’t come out? That’s me, too.
We got home after driving no faster than 40 mph for the northern quarter of Iowa only to find out that if I was going to give notice on my lease, it had to be done as of today. That meant filling out the paperwork, getting back in the car to drop it in a drop box, and leave a whining message about it on their voice mail. I might be slightly pissed if I end up having to stay here an extra month.
I meant to take my temperature to find out whether or not I actually had a fever. But we stopped at Arby’s, where I had to try one of their new Brand New Mint Chocolate Razzmatazz Delicious Specialty Special shakes. Since it’s the only thing I’ve been able to swallow for the past two days without wincing in pain, I didn’t take into consideration that it’d totally hose any future temperature taking for the night. I’m so not into that whole rectal thermometer thing either.
Apparently the meat thermometer will only work if I poke it into myself.
I’m setting my alarm for 6 a.m., but if I get out of bed and then want to fall down like I did this morning, I’m gonna take my first sick day. And it really makes me want to throw up even thinking about taking it. Let’s add that to the symptoms!
Oh yeah. I’m thankful for Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Formula, Orange Zest, Effervescent Tablets. And cheap gas. And my hearing, because that’s been missing for the past near 48 hours, too.