I don't take care of myself very well, which is why I waited so long to rid myself of this sinus infection that I ended up in the E.R. on Saturday. Not a nice way to spend an afternoon, but it certainly could have been worse - we were there for a little less than two hours and I left feeling better than I did when I got there. Except now I'm taking super-strength antibiotics that are making my feet drag and my tummy slosh.
I have found that the effects of the illness are pretty much the same as the effects of the "cure". I'm cranky when I don't feel well, regardless of the cause. I feel like running over babies in strollers, but I have not yet gotten to the point where I would run over puppies. Also, there's a small chance that my decision to speak only minimally to my husband is not ACTUALLY because he's an ass - a slim chance, but a chance nonetheless.
So I suppose what I'm really saying is this - I am in a poor humor these days, either because I thought I was a superhero and could single-handedly destroy this sinus infection with no medical intervention, or because I detest feeling sick and am growling at the world much the same way that a rabid wolf with a tummy ache would. I'll let you decide that.
In the meantime, I'm biding my time at work, thinking about that poor unfortunate soul who has to meet with me in 1.25 hours and contemplating how close to home I can get before I make myself carsick.
Sometimes I think I've got enough material here to make a good stand-up show.
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