You know, earlier today, when I went to work feeling like crap, I wondered for a moment, "If I were a drunk, would I be a mean drunk?" I don't plan on drinking EVER, so we wont find out, but the reason I wondered this is because I can be an awfully mean sick, at least in my head. Usually I just grunt when I want to swear or punch someone in the face. You can thank my grand ma, she taught me "If you don't have something nice to say don't say nothing at all."
My first day back to work after five days of feeling sick and not socializing with people at all, and still feeling pretty horribly sick. Everything smelled horrible to me, sounds seemed amplified by a billion decibels, and there were all these people things I was so not used to seeing. Moments like this, I DONT HAVE NOTHIN NICE TO SAY, at least till around noon when I feel slightly less horrible, and have gotten used to people and noise again. In all actuality, I was nice, just quiet. I grunted a lot this morning. My head hurt, I couldn't think straight, there were piles of things everywhere. I felt a little over whelmed. AND IT WAS SO LOUD and everything smelled bad and made me want to vomit! Some things on my desk I still couldn't understand at the end of the day. When I feel better I will understand them perfectly, but right now my mind is still a foggy haze of pain and grumpy.
All I wanted to do all day today was go back home, drink my ginger ale and chicken broth, and cuddle with my fuzzy white Jack Russell and my purple body pillow, resting my weary, food deprived brain and body while enjoying all the love and support my wonderful friends have shown me in peace, quiet, and a smell neutral zone. That didn't happen, but as of an hour ago, I was almost singing again- a sure sign we are on the road to recovery, and clear thinking.
If I have learned anything from this torturous sick week, its that I have great and loving friends, who just never cease to amaze me with their kindness and love, and that no one, I repeat NO ONE should be without a body pillow!! those things are great. I can roll all over my bed and the pillow is always there with me. I have no idea how I made it 31 years without one, but that is never, ever happening again. That thing is my new buddy, and wherever I go, He goes, my buddy, my buddy.... oh sorry, singing again.
well, time to go cuddle with my new purple pillow. night all.
My first day back to work after five days of feeling sick and not socializing with people at all, and still feeling pretty horribly sick. Everything smelled horrible to me, sounds seemed amplified by a billion decibels, and there were all these people things I was so not used to seeing. Moments like this, I DONT HAVE NOTHIN NICE TO SAY, at least till around noon when I feel slightly less horrible, and have gotten used to people and noise again. In all actuality, I was nice, just quiet. I grunted a lot this morning. My head hurt, I couldn't think straight, there were piles of things everywhere. I felt a little over whelmed. AND IT WAS SO LOUD and everything smelled bad and made me want to vomit! Some things on my desk I still couldn't understand at the end of the day. When I feel better I will understand them perfectly, but right now my mind is still a foggy haze of pain and grumpy.
All I wanted to do all day today was go back home, drink my ginger ale and chicken broth, and cuddle with my fuzzy white Jack Russell and my purple body pillow, resting my weary, food deprived brain and body while enjoying all the love and support my wonderful friends have shown me in peace, quiet, and a smell neutral zone. That didn't happen, but as of an hour ago, I was almost singing again- a sure sign we are on the road to recovery, and clear thinking.
If I have learned anything from this torturous sick week, its that I have great and loving friends, who just never cease to amaze me with their kindness and love, and that no one, I repeat NO ONE should be without a body pillow!! those things are great. I can roll all over my bed and the pillow is always there with me. I have no idea how I made it 31 years without one, but that is never, ever happening again. That thing is my new buddy, and wherever I go, He goes, my buddy, my buddy.... oh sorry, singing again.
well, time to go cuddle with my new purple pillow. night all.
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