In Soviet Russia, sickness has YOU!

[e_juliana]

Hi there. Spent all day yesterday miserable at work, crawled into bed when I got home at 5:30 and spent the night alternately shivering and sweating, not leaving my bed except for necessities like bathroom and food. Made into work today, promptly felt like I was going to pass out, tried to grit through it, gave up at 8:30 and tried to go to Urgent Care. The UC listed on my benefits handbook? Not open. The next closest one? Not open. Finally decided that going home and suffering sans diagnosis was better than passing out in front of the H&M on Post Street, so I caught a cab home, hitting my bed at 9:30 a.m.

I hurt. Everywhere. Well, actually, just my spine, but from the base of it up to the base of my skull, with attendant steel bands wrapping around to the front of my head. My lymph nodes are swollen, as are my tonsils (so eating anything is fun. Viva la smoothies!). In spite of that, I have no fever (not even when I'm sweating), and there's no white spots anywhere in my mouth. The UC Diagnosis line I finally got to was baffled. I managed to get to the health foods store just down the way and load up on natural remedies, and one of my friends is going to run to Walgreen's for me when she gets home.

Guess what I still need to do, though? That's right, clean my house in prep for madre's arrival tomorrow. Pfeh. I might just do a couple loads of laundry, tidy up, vacuum, and call it quits.







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Comments

[pix-kristin.livejournal.com]

Poor sickee! Feel better soon, love.

[smonsterbite.livejournal.com]

Aw, babe, so sorry. Probably a good thing I didn't call you last night, then.

Feel better soon!

[debg.livejournal.com]

What a weird quiz. Since the first answer I ticked made it clear that I wasn't going camping with anyone, ever, for anything short of a three-way with George Clooney and Pierce Brosnan, the rest became irrelevant.

last night, fun - did you enjoy? Did your mom and N enjoy? (I don't know how to spell her name and I'm damned if I'm typing it out as N-i-c-k-y. Even calling her by name was tricky...

[redwright.livejournal.com]

Dear heart-- just read this at 8:00ish on Sunday night! Hope you're better. I am ... well. I'll post. In the wilds of Wisconsin in one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.

When I die? I wanna live here.

XOXOXOXO FEEL BETTER -- and tell your Mother I said hello.