Not to get all gross and stuff, but today (and yesterday) my face leaked mucous like a tapped maple tree. At the end of March. Yeah. And I hacked and coughed and sneezed and wheezed and groaned sufficiently, such that no one at work thought twice when I announced that I wouldn't be coming in tomorrow. In fact, I recall there being a lot of muffled shrieking and slow nodding from behind raised forearms and collars and SARS masks.
So now I have a day off to recover. I am hoping my sinuses (sinii?) allow me to get enough sleep that I can spend my recovery day doing things like watching the entirety of Community from my DVR, finishing up that stupid blog I started earlier today, and putting together my Xmass For Shut-Ins mix (2009 Edition) - and not cowering in bed with the cats, mindlessly surfing and feeling sorry for myself like I do every other sick day.
Stay tuned. Send links. And money.
About me:
- muiseam
- Dartmouth, NS, Canada
- I live on the suburban plains of Cole Harbour. I take my coffee large with single milk. I am an open book. Some days I wish I were a housecat.
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