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Sick sucks

 Tuesday i came in to work after wrestling with the sheet of ice that covered my car, and i had a sniffly nose.  I figured, being outside with work clothes and no hat on when the temp was 1 degree was probably the reason why.

By the time i got my coat off and got a cup of coffee, i was sneezing, and sniffling and discovered i also had a headache and a sore throat.

I'll ignore it.  It will go away.

Except it got worse.

When you work in healthcare, you can't sit at your desk wheezing and sneezing.....people freak out.  They give you sidelong glances..........so i tried to take a covid test to soothe the natives.  Believe me when i say i had to leave work, go to CVS, GO INSIDE, because they wouldn't sell it to me through the drive through even though i also picked up my prescriptions.....go home, and take the damn test. I work in a hospital.  Next time i'm throwing down. 

When you feel like shit thats a lot.  

No covid.

Take nyquil go to bed, sleep for 12 hours.  Get up the next day, do it again.

Today, my body hurts from being in bed so long but i'm on my way back to human.  I hope.


I'm supposed to see a psychic tomorrow, and this weekend i'm going to see my girls in the city.  Not to mention the amount of work that has piled up waiting for me to take care of it.

I'm not stressing.  I'm looking at all the things I have to do with gratitude for having them.  It matters if i show up and that's all i ever wanted really.  



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