The fruits of my doctor's visit produced positive results for the flu, as well as a doctor's note stating I must remain out of work until Tuesday.
I am to notify anyone with whom I've had contact.
Furthermore, I am to juggle and shift the goings-ons of an already planned out weekend that included both family visits as well as work-related activities.
Flexibility is key. This I understand. And this I have little problem with.
But four days?
Four?
That is a total of 96 hours; 5,760 minutes. Even with my dizziness, headache, and low grade fever the thought of laying in my bed for this length of time gives me a fever of a different kind.
That of the cabin.
Is there any antidote for THAT sickness?
So my movie shelf will be rummaged. My cable/internet will be well-used. And my house will most likely be cleaned from top to bottom in that span of time.
Tamiflu will become my best friend, and the possible side effect of hallucinations just might be a welcomed suprise.
Maybe I'll give crocheting another go 'round.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Ode to a Sinus Infection
It's like Hulk Hogan has you in a sleeper hold, while shoving his thumbs down your ears and grinding a knuckle into your left temple. You try to tell him to stop but instead what comes out is a raspy moan usually backed by a hacking cough or two.
A figure four? No. A head lock? Yeah right. Instead, you just flip and flop from side to side trying to find that comfy spot that consistently eludes you.
A figure four? No. A head lock? Yeah right. Instead, you just flip and flop from side to side trying to find that comfy spot that consistently eludes you.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Talking on the Hell Phone
Yesterday, I was THAT person. You know what I'm talking about. That driver who is talking on her cell phone, and apparently doing something to tick off the driver behind her. I'm not sure what I did, but it must have been something to annoy the driver of the white work van who passed me.
Why you ask?
Let me tell you.
He proceeds to pull in front of me, in a turning lane, at a stop light, and make a hand gesture in my view. No no, it wasn't one that involved a single finger. It wasn't even crude. It was just... um... curious.
If you are at all familiar with shadow puppets (the art of creating animals and characters on a wall by making shadows with your hands), he did the traditional snake character. You know, where you use your hand (four fingers and opposable thumb) to make it look like its talking.
With that, this agitated driver mocked me. But it didn't sink in at first. I was still on the phone and conveniently distracted from Mr. Van Driver.
So we turned, and I got into the next turning lane. Not only did this bring us to yet another stop light, but now I was beside Mr. Agitated Van Driver. AND, to make the perfect recipe for a second occurrence, I was STILL on the phone. The light turns green. And before he pulls away, he leaves me with the final word by using yet the same gesture in view of his side mirror.
Not knowing for sure what to do, I waved back. Kill them with kindness. No it wasn't a condescending wave. It wasn't even a mocked wave. It was a true wave as if to say howdy. Take THAT Mr. Van Driver.
I admit, it bothered me that I was THAT person. I wanted to explain myself to Mr. Van Driver. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't just chatting with my girlfriends about the latest Brittney news. That I was en route to Moses Cone to make a hospital visit. That I was on the phone talking with another church member about work-related stuff. That I wasn't simply trying to catch up on the latest sales at Macy's.
I pouted. And then I got irritated. And then I got angry that he cared so much. And then I got frustrated that I cared so much about him caring so much. And then I walked into the hospital and forgot all about it until I decided to write this blog.
So, thanks.
Why you ask?
Let me tell you.
He proceeds to pull in front of me, in a turning lane, at a stop light, and make a hand gesture in my view. No no, it wasn't one that involved a single finger. It wasn't even crude. It was just... um... curious.
If you are at all familiar with shadow puppets (the art of creating animals and characters on a wall by making shadows with your hands), he did the traditional snake character. You know, where you use your hand (four fingers and opposable thumb) to make it look like its talking.
With that, this agitated driver mocked me. But it didn't sink in at first. I was still on the phone and conveniently distracted from Mr. Van Driver.
So we turned, and I got into the next turning lane. Not only did this bring us to yet another stop light, but now I was beside Mr. Agitated Van Driver. AND, to make the perfect recipe for a second occurrence, I was STILL on the phone. The light turns green. And before he pulls away, he leaves me with the final word by using yet the same gesture in view of his side mirror.
Not knowing for sure what to do, I waved back. Kill them with kindness. No it wasn't a condescending wave. It wasn't even a mocked wave. It was a true wave as if to say howdy. Take THAT Mr. Van Driver.
I admit, it bothered me that I was THAT person. I wanted to explain myself to Mr. Van Driver. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't just chatting with my girlfriends about the latest Brittney news. That I was en route to Moses Cone to make a hospital visit. That I was on the phone talking with another church member about work-related stuff. That I wasn't simply trying to catch up on the latest sales at Macy's.
I pouted. And then I got irritated. And then I got angry that he cared so much. And then I got frustrated that I cared so much about him caring so much. And then I walked into the hospital and forgot all about it until I decided to write this blog.
So, thanks.
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