I am having a very bad week. I am feeling quite frustrated, overwhelmed, exhausted, and as though everything I come in contact with gives me a paper cut and then a salt bath. To make matters worse I developed a raging cold/flu.
On top of my general yuckitude then, my cold/flu has gifted me with it’s own brand of joy. I ache, I burn, I am even more exhausted, I feel like I’m wearing sandpaper, swallowing Brillo pads, I can barely keep my eyes open but I can’t sleep, and am freaking hot. But I got up and went to work. Even though I wanted to go home, I met with my research adviser after work even though I told him I was feeling quite poorly and preferred not to meet, he wanted to anyway. I hope he gets my cold.
Everyone I saw today says, “Oh, Janie, you don’t look good.”
To which I reply, “The universe hates me, I don’t feel good at all, I’m having a bad week and a wretched cold.”
And if one more person says in response, “Maybe it’s allergies.” I swear to all the deities ever worshiped I will sneeze in their face and let the mucous freely flowing from my nose drip directly into their face as I scream “It’s not F*&king Allergies!”
And then I just want to lie like a beached whale in front of a fan in a spaghetti strap undershirt and my underwear but the lovely landlord picked this week to come and put a new roof on the house and brought his son and a family friend to stay in the basement while they work. Because its so hot, if I close the door I lose any hope of a cross breeze, so I stay mostly clothed and lie quietly with the lights out.
It absolutely amazes me how you can be lying half asleep in your room after telling people you are sick and don’t feel good and they still seem to think nothing of trying to engage you in conversation.
WHAT PART OF I DON’T FEEL GOOD, I AM TIRED AND WANT TO REST DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!? I AM SICK. EITHER MAKE ME SOME DAMNED TEA OR LEAVE ME THE F*&K ALONE!
I would type some of the internal monologue of obscenities I would like to scream if my throat didn’t burn so bad, but the mucous is dripping on to the keyboard, and that’s too gross and I’m too tired to keep cleaning it up.
Good night. Maybe I’ll feel better and less cranky tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll call in sick.
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