It figures you know. the prospect of two full days off in a row from work, and I, of course, get sick.
I managed to drag myself into work this morning. despite being up since 4am wretching my face off. I powerhoused through most of the day with two full packs of gum and without too many awkward trips to the washroom. but I still feel like incredible death.
what I first assumed was food poisoning, has quickly escalated into something else. something else that I can't consult my doctor on until tuesday. lovely.
ever since I got so so sick last year, I keep a probably obsessive eye on my health. that's what happens when you get told that the possibility of cancer is a real thing. It's far too close in my family, and I spent far too many years NOT taking care of myself. so. here I am again, checking my blood pressure, feeling my lymph nodes, keeping an eye on hitler (that's the name I gave the lump on my esophagus) counting how often I pee vs how much water I consume. keeping a log of it all. cause you know...THAT'S a fun habit to have. ugh.
thankfully I have netflix, a list of shows to catch up on, a few too many books to read, and two full days in which I can most likely spend unconscious, if need be. I'd much rather be out in the sunshine. but bed is a close second.
I still need someone to vent my PLL obsessive love to. any takers?
come on. I know you're out there.
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