The Ninth Strange Day

One side of my nose is fine. The other is plugged. My head hurts and I’m tired and I swear I’m running a fever, although there’s nothing that proves it (ie: I can’t find the thermometer, and it never says I have a fever anyhow, the filthy, lying thing. But if I don’t have a fever, why am I so goddamned hot?).

On the up side of things, my throat no longer hurts!

It’s a sinus infection. I know that. I get them all the time so I’m really familiar with them. We’re tight, man. We’re like brothers. Actually, the sinus infection is kind of like the brother no one talks about who only shows up when he wants to borrow money, or has been kicked out by his wife and needs to crash on your couch for “just a few days, I swear”.

I’m an only child, by the way, so I’m not subtly dropping hints about any actual sibling.

Normally I wouldn’t care about this at all. I’d get up in the morning, go to work, be miserable there, complain a lot, come home and whine, and then go to bed. But I’m on vacation! Isn’t there some sort of law about things like this? A commandment, even? “Thou shall not infect people who are taking a few days off”? Can we work that one in there? Maybe replace the one about not coveting thy neighbour’s ass or that one about the sabbath?

Have you looked outside today^*? It’s effin beautiful out there! I was out in the yard for a little while until I got too warm and I wanted to go out with Mim because she’s off today but I just don’t feel like it. There was no point in going out to lunch when I’ve got no appetite and no point in shopping when I really hate shopping keep wanting to put my head down and sleep.

The other up side of things is that I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I already had the appointment, which was part of the motivation behind this impromptu vacation (I was already taking Friday, I’d need to take off Tuesday, so why not throw in Monday and make a party of it?) so maybe… maybe I can get some good drugs out of this thing. I probably won’t, though. It’ll probably be highly wicked decongestants that make me dehydrated and therefore even crankier than usual (which is possible… and very annoying) and maybe an antibiotic.

Or (and this is most likely), the doctor will tell me to “quiet down and walk it off”. Because you can walk off just about everything. Even a broken foot^!.

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