| | There's something truly disheartening about looking at yourself in the mirror each day for 4 straight days and thinking to yourself, "This is the WORST I have ever looked in my entire life."
Saturday night, I went to bed with a slight tickle in my throat and I awoke at 4am on Easter Sunday sick as a fucking pike. No visit from the Easter Bunny for poor Katie... just the Flu Fairy. Yes, influenza had taken a hold of me by the jaws and then shat down my throat. This was going to be a magical holiday.
Not to whinge on and on though, I've been in Sycamore for the past 3 days feeling poorly and being looked after. Today I had to go back to work (but to be honest, I'm still not 100% - if I saw me working in a restaurant I was about to eat in, I'd promptly turn around and walk out)... working in the service business blows. Especially when you're ill because it means that one of your nice coworkers has to come in on their day off and cover your ass. And then you feel guilty AND sick.
I'm on this stuff that they give people when they get bird flu. No lie. I'm on the mend and hopefully by the end of the weekend I won't frighten small children anymore. On the plus side, having the flu fucks with your appetite so you only want to eat about a third of what you normally eat! Not quite as good as having a tapeworm but you get the idea.
Time to sleep for 15 hours.
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| | Posted 4/12/2007 10:59 PM - 2 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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