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Sep. 10th, 2009 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeRight. This whole being sick thing is getting real old, real fast.
Staying home from work today. Again. This after going home from work yesterday because I couldn't actually do my job without wheezing. I woke up this morning and was still coughing, annoying, racking, painful coughs. Not nearly as many though. Small favors? Still wheezing occasionally too, though not to the point where the wolves gnawing at my heels involve the phrases what if you stop breathing in the middle of the night. Now it's just can't get a good breath and this is irksome.
So. Been ordered to stay home from work again today. Will go in tomorrow, and take it as easy as I can. Which, given that it's Friday and I have the weekend coming up (and, damn, this feels weird.) That'll be pretty easy.
So. Fucking. Sick. Of being sick and tired. This is not my usual state of things. I am pissed.
I am also resting. I am taking medications, resting appropriately. I have had a fig bar and a bagel for breakfast, and something to drink. If I have energy, the goddamn apartment is getting tidied. Slowly. Also if I have energy, I will remind myself that exercise does not have to include things that will make me pant and wheeze, and yoga may be involved. Otherwise. My default position is curled up, in bed, with a box of tissues and a glass of water, under blankets. I will be a 19th century consumptive.
But I had goddamn well better be better enough to go to work by tomorrow or there will be fucking murders.
Staying home from work today. Again. This after going home from work yesterday because I couldn't actually do my job without wheezing. I woke up this morning and was still coughing, annoying, racking, painful coughs. Not nearly as many though. Small favors? Still wheezing occasionally too, though not to the point where the wolves gnawing at my heels involve the phrases what if you stop breathing in the middle of the night. Now it's just can't get a good breath and this is irksome.
So. Been ordered to stay home from work again today. Will go in tomorrow, and take it as easy as I can. Which, given that it's Friday and I have the weekend coming up (and, damn, this feels weird.) That'll be pretty easy.
So. Fucking. Sick. Of being sick and tired. This is not my usual state of things. I am pissed.
I am also resting. I am taking medications, resting appropriately. I have had a fig bar and a bagel for breakfast, and something to drink. If I have energy, the goddamn apartment is getting tidied. Slowly. Also if I have energy, I will remind myself that exercise does not have to include things that will make me pant and wheeze, and yoga may be involved. Otherwise. My default position is curled up, in bed, with a box of tissues and a glass of water, under blankets. I will be a 19th century consumptive.
But I had goddamn well better be better enough to go to work by tomorrow or there will be fucking murders.