I am waiting for painkillers to kick in. Because hey, guess what? The headache has still not gone away despite the lion's share of yesterday spent languishing in bed. Bully for me! It's not like I'm tired or anything; sure, I may have only got a few hours during the night, but given I slept for six hours yesterday during the daytime, I think it pretty well evens out. If I didn't have the fucking headache and associated nausea, I would actually feel fairly well, I think. But I don't. Instead, I have the miserable headache and Ham-Fisted Editor is in today and it's just going to be messy if I don't turn up but I somehow can't see myself taking any of that shit today. So I'm sitting here waiting for painkillers to kick in and judging my ability to complete a sentence while still contemplating calling in sick again.
...I don't wanna call in sick, but neither do I want to go to work feeling like someone is napalming my brain! Now I have The Guilt!
dodgyhoodoo says this ought to take a back seat to The Head Explody, and I know he's right (though I note he's never that sensible about himself), but it still leaves The Guilt. I'm just glad I haven't called in sick in awhile (well, in a month, but it was still just the one day back in August with the gut horror). And it's a new year employment-wise, so hopefully I shouldn't get into too much shit for being ill.
Now, if the cat would just shut up for two minutes...
...I don't wanna call in sick, but neither do I want to go to work feeling like someone is napalming my brain! Now I have The Guilt!
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Now, if the cat would just shut up for two minutes...