wherein Liz has a cruddy day
Mar. 5th, 2014 02:01 amThings of note:
1. Tuesday March 4th was my sister's birthday. Enjoy being 29, Vicky! :-)
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2. I am still depressed and still have the cold from hell.
I woke up Tuesday morning and felt like I'd been run over by a truck. I got up, laid out my clothes, and brushed my teeth -- on the assumption that I would feel marginally more human as I got moving -- but I just felt worse and worse, like someone was swinging a giant bag of sand into my face repeatedly. So I called the smoke shop and asked if I could come in a few hours late, was duly granted permission to turn up around 1-1:30pm instead of 11am, and collapsed back into bed for two hours, after which I was able to drag myself through the day.
Upon arriving home, I took medicine and a shower, and -- after two phone calls, one to Vicky and one to my parents (to say happy birthday and assure them I wasn't dead or suicidal, respectively) -- collapsed into bed once again and slept until shortly after midnight.
I have since eaten some bread and honey, and will be returning to bed for a third time quite soon, because I cannot miss work on Wednesday. With Puppydog off the schedule and Hipster Girl fired, Boss Lady and I are the only people who can work closing shifts and she's in Syracuse until Thursday.
Also, there is stupid construction/renovation stuff going on at the smoke shop, which I should make a coherent post about some other day when I am not exhausted, ill, and high on cold medicine. But yeah.
In summary, ugh.
1. Tuesday March 4th was my sister's birthday. Enjoy being 29, Vicky! :-)
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2. I am still depressed and still have the cold from hell.
I woke up Tuesday morning and felt like I'd been run over by a truck. I got up, laid out my clothes, and brushed my teeth -- on the assumption that I would feel marginally more human as I got moving -- but I just felt worse and worse, like someone was swinging a giant bag of sand into my face repeatedly. So I called the smoke shop and asked if I could come in a few hours late, was duly granted permission to turn up around 1-1:30pm instead of 11am, and collapsed back into bed for two hours, after which I was able to drag myself through the day.
Upon arriving home, I took medicine and a shower, and -- after two phone calls, one to Vicky and one to my parents (to say happy birthday and assure them I wasn't dead or suicidal, respectively) -- collapsed into bed once again and slept until shortly after midnight.
I have since eaten some bread and honey, and will be returning to bed for a third time quite soon, because I cannot miss work on Wednesday. With Puppydog off the schedule and Hipster Girl fired, Boss Lady and I are the only people who can work closing shifts and she's in Syracuse until Thursday.
Also, there is stupid construction/renovation stuff going on at the smoke shop, which I should make a coherent post about some other day when I am not exhausted, ill, and high on cold medicine. But yeah.
In summary, ugh.