Blah!!

Woke up early this morning with inexplicable urge to have digestive pyrotechnics, followed by said pyrotechnics. This happened a few more times and I just called into work saying I'd be in later or not at all...looking like the latter at this point. I'm all trembly and am only out of bed to shove a lot of email into the trashbin (that's what happens when you're on like three listservs for school and work). This doesn't feel like the flu or anything but I'm not sure what it is. Grr, hate being sick. I guess I can take this as an excuse to veg with no guilt but being a workaholic it's pretty hard. Oh well. Here's hoping.

Being sick sucks!

I'm in cold-mode apparently, my throat's all scratchy and I'm coughing and junk. I've got oj, soup, and robitussin cold so I should be good to go--I'm just pissed cos 1) it's totally messing with my work hours and I like my paychecks, 2) having to lay in bed feeling crappy is just not fun, and 3) it makes me kinda cranky. My Mom called me twice today and was all "do you feel better?" while I was all "what part of 'it hurts to talk' don't you get?" I apologized right after but I still feel guilty and cranky. I just want to hurry up and get better so I can get my stuff done and go see Constantine Friday with Il Papa who probably shouldn't have a tall hat in a movie theater....hmmm...

Okeedokee, time to slam more pills...God I sound hedonistic, don't I? ;)