the life of a harlot-wannabe

harlot-extraordinaire, in the makings of ..

  • Name: Surrealist Idealist
  • Age: Young
  • Occupation: Masterminder of the Harlot-Wannabeism
  • Fave Hangout: My Bed
  • onLife: Trust No One
  • onRelationship: What Relationship?
  • In 5 Years: Harlot Extraordinaire
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Location: Evanston, Illinois, United States

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Tuesday, November 16, 2004

oooh .. oooh .. and teh fasha is high and strung on fever, with her bones aching, feeling as if they were crushed over and over again by a huge bone-crushing bulldozer.. *dies*

did not think i would be this sick especially since i havent been sick in a long time, but i guess one can only be so strong. went to bed last night with a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and a terrible taste in the back of my throat. forcibly down water, which might have been somewhat contaminated (not sure how but it tasted like crap), and was in pain all night long. the thought would be either the bad tuna-mayo sandwich i had will come out top, or out bottom, and thank god it came out from neither orifice. woke up this morning with a cringe in the neck, and a stomach that felt like it was excavated from inside out. simply put - ghastly.

got to work, coworker said "dayum, you look like crap - your eyes showed that you must have been challenged by some kinda bug", thanked him for being ever so blunt. but by that time, have already felt sorry for myself, and was wondering what the heck i was doing at work. thats ok, braved on through the morning - went for a free massage out in the lobby of school, only to feel worse than when i started (the masseuse must have released bad toxins into my body or sth, with the strenuous massaging that she did to my crimped up neck). lo and behold - the tingly feelings in my bones got worse, and then it felt like i was bruised all over from the inside, and the untangling of my hair felt like a nail being hammered into my skull. it was then that i was assured that i was not at all well, went to my boss, told her what i felt, and she sent me home.

got home, took a nap on my most uncomfortable bed, feeling very cold and yet also very hot at the same time. took my temperature later on, to find out that i was running a 100.4 degree temperature (oh poor me)

now, i wonder how long this fever/flu will last because i have yet another interview with allstate on thursday (one hr lady called to say another manager is interested in talking to me). ugh. why cant they decide already?

1 Comments:

Blogger the grim sleeper said...

Oh you poor kitten - hope you got well ok and that you're feeling better now.

7:59 PM  

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