Guess what I'm getting for my birthday?
Dec. 29th, 2003 06:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perzephone
The flu. And my period. Whoopee.
Last night, everyone was in an awfully touchy-feely mood. Actually, to me, it was more like an "awful touchy-feely" mood. People who aren't normally even touchy-feely people just decided they needed to reach out & touch someone. That someone happened to be me. So all night, I come in, feeling like a pile of crap that a truck ran over looks, body aches, head aches, throat all thick & painful, glands swollen, chest tight, and people just wanna reach out & touch me, hug me, pat me on the back... I'm like, "Stay away from me! I have cooties! Aaaaaggghhh!"
Night before last I thought it was the blood-pressure death pills the cardio doc gave me, & quite a bit of the light-headedness & dizziness probably was, but the rest - that's all flu. And even as I'm sitting here busily typing away, it's getting worse.
I can only fight shit off for so long, & I think those stupid diuretic pills stripped away what mineral/vitamin reserves I had left & now I'm getting sick.
I'm wondering if Rob would go along w/me taking Josh to see Jimmy Buffet next month. Of course, it's gonna depend on how much those tix are, when the concert is & if Josh & I could both get whatever night it is off together. I'm not particularly a fan of Buffet, but I know Josh would never be able to go on his own & occasionally I do attempt to do things for the sheer Karmic payback. Off to Ticketmaster.com I go...
Last night, everyone was in an awfully touchy-feely mood. Actually, to me, it was more like an "awful touchy-feely" mood. People who aren't normally even touchy-feely people just decided they needed to reach out & touch someone. That someone happened to be me. So all night, I come in, feeling like a pile of crap that a truck ran over looks, body aches, head aches, throat all thick & painful, glands swollen, chest tight, and people just wanna reach out & touch me, hug me, pat me on the back... I'm like, "Stay away from me! I have cooties! Aaaaaggghhh!"
Night before last I thought it was the blood-pressure death pills the cardio doc gave me, & quite a bit of the light-headedness & dizziness probably was, but the rest - that's all flu. And even as I'm sitting here busily typing away, it's getting worse.
I can only fight shit off for so long, & I think those stupid diuretic pills stripped away what mineral/vitamin reserves I had left & now I'm getting sick.
I'm wondering if Rob would go along w/me taking Josh to see Jimmy Buffet next month. Of course, it's gonna depend on how much those tix are, when the concert is & if Josh & I could both get whatever night it is off together. I'm not particularly a fan of Buffet, but I know Josh would never be able to go on his own & occasionally I do attempt to do things for the sheer Karmic payback. Off to Ticketmaster.com I go...
