sickie (TMI) part II

I went to work with worsening infection yesterday. Just barely got through the day. At the end of the day, george arrived. At least he was merciful enough to A) be on time and B) attack me after I got home.

As last night progressed, I missed two doses of Robitussin. I figured I’d be getting monster george cramps and that I’d need Tylenol 3. But as 10pm approached, my cough worsened and my throat grew more sore and scratchy by the minute. Finally, at 1am, I could stand it no longer. I woke up and took the Robitussin, whimpering from the sore throat.

Wouldn’t you know it, that’s when george decided to give me some lovely cramps!
So all night I was in and out of bed to either hack up lung butter or reheat the rice pad for my cramps.

This morning, my added fun was that I got the trots. I called in sick to work.

Bonus – I scored a doctor appointment this afternoon. Hopefully I can get me some cough syrup w/ codeine in it.

I can’t stop thinking of all the damage my body has taken since December 23rd. I need to ponder some more about what this means for me in the new year. The answer is obvious but I have not brought it forth consciously. Opinions?

1:45pm Edit: I just accidentally shattered a jar in the bathroom while changing clothes. I keep tallying up all the shit that’s happening to me or that I’m causing. I feel like I’m spiraling out of control. I just want it all to stop.

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