I woke up feeling crappy this morning, but I couldn’t call in. First because I don’t have any time off if I’m going to take the Christmas vacation I have planned, and secondly because I had to go in and finish up the $$#@!*&!! weekly slides or everyone was going to have a trauma. I called the doctor and made an appointment as soon as I got to work. I was almost done with the slides, but then of course my boss was late, and then the computer was crawling like a wounded animal over razor blades. It took him an hour to get logged in and review my stuff. When I finally got the go-ahead to send them, I did so, and left.
I went home, put on my snugglies, and waited for time to see the doc. When I went in to the office they were in full H1N1 alert on me. They asked me to put a mask on, and escorted me to the back immediately. Everyone was staring at me. I felt like one of those dogs that has a cone put around his neck so he doesn’t lick himself.
The doc says I don’t have H1N1, just another upper respiratory infection. She gave me some antibiotics and sent me home; where I went gratefully, after stopping at CVS to get my prescription and about 10,000 calories worth of junk food. I did get a bottle of cranberry juice, but that was the only thing even remotely good for me. I called the office to let them know I didn’t have H1N1, because it’s been going around and I knew they were worried about it.
I had eaten lunch when I got home before, but still found some room for junk food (yeah, act surprised). For some reason I always crave junk food when I’m sick, even though that’s the last thing I need then. I’ve been sick for two weeks. I’m ready to be better.
Daytime TV sucks.
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