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useless talent
I have quite the talent for getting sick over weekends and long weekends, in particular. This being a long weekend, I of course got sick. It allows me to feel wrecked for all of the weekend then return to work a pitiful mess. Yay! Not yay.
Seppo has been sick for days, and just last night, I started to feel ill. I started the all-too-familiar cough. This morning, I woke up and sounded like ass on a stick. Actually, I don’t have any idea what that sounds like, but I had a good time saying it, unlike the un-good time I having right now.
The worst of it seems to be my intense backpain. I can bear the scratchy throat, the chest congestion, the itchy roof-of-mouth, the plugged up nose — and the drugs seem to be working reasonably well for those symptoms — but I can’t bear the backpain. Ow. It really, really hurts. It especially hurts when I cough. If I lay perfectly still after a dose of cough medicine, I can keep from coughing, but the backpain doesn’t go away, even though the drugs I’m taking all have huge doses of painkillers.
Yar.