seprah.com

s e p r a h
articles
blog archive
buffy
credit
fansigns
link here
main
old projects
photography
recipes
wallpaper

u p d a t e s
updates

05.07.09: Added Twitter to make my blog update faster. Some people will also not be on Twitter.


s h o u t   o u t
daily kos
dara
dooce.com
dsh
engineering is cool
fat free vegan
feministing
kelly
post secret
rude cactus
tomato nation
vegan lunchbox

c a u s e s
peace corps
united blood services

p o w e r e d
blogger
dream host
automatic rotator



    4.11.2006 ||>   Second sick day - what can I do?

    I am a bad sick person. When I was a kid, I hated missing a day of school, which meant being forced to watch the dregs of daytime tv and having double homework. Now that I'm an adult with a job I really like, it's even harder. I want to get better, but I am bored out of my skull with nothing that I can reasonably do. It's not that I can't sit on my ass and type - because that's what I'm doing now. It's the whole getting to work thing when I can't breathe and being forced to walk from copier to fax to computer all day long.

    Plus, the doctor's office has not gotten back to me as to what it is that I have. I called yesterday and I called today to get some answers, but there's nothing. I know that I no longer have bronchitis. I know that I do not have pneumonia. I do not know if there was anything in my chest x-ray or in my blood work. What if I have whooping cough (a possibility)? What if I have some blockage? I have no choice but to go to work tomorrow (one coworker on vacation and another with a slipped disk does not an efficient office make with just my boss at the helm). And I want to go back to work, but it's so hard without knowing what I have, what if going in throws me back?

    The real gem in all of this is the guy that got me sick in the first place, my boyfriend. He has been so sweet. He took me to the doctor yesterday, made sure that I have been getting my meds and when I was bored out of my skull, took me to IKEA on Saturday and bought me lunch. He also washed my dishes (read: loaded my dishwasher) and made sure that I wasn't going to drive myself crazy with all this incredibly boring resting. So that is a big bright spot. It would have been nice if he hadn't given me bronchitis in the first place, but what can I do?

    Sepra was livin' easy on 4:07:00 PM || Site Feed ||

    0 snow blossoms