Day 392

So for the past few days I was torn about what I should do regarding today. I was scheduled to work AND there was the first reading of the reading series for my program. Where am I right now? Home watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels.

This morning I woke up...at 4 am. My throat was so sore I couldn't go back to sleep and so was forced to watch two episodes of 19 Kids and Counting. I woke up awhile later to the scratchiest throat I have had in years. I turned on my computer to get the number to the clinic and I found an email from my department secretary bitching at me about dirty dishes. I went to the clinic only to find that the strep test I took cannot be put through the lab until Monday. So I guess they just want me to spread the disease around a little.

I called in to work and went to wash dishes. When the people in my program caught a look of me they washed their own dishes without me even telling them that I may have strep. I went home and did some edits, dropped a class and watched tons of 30 Rock while sucking on a bagful of Fishermen's Friend lozenges. In the end I decided to not go to the reading. This decision was reached based sheerly on the number of TV shows and movies I have seen in my life where the main character calls in sick to work and is found out. Well, that coupled with the rain and my innate laziness that I am pretty sure is genetic.

I've pretty much just sat around slurping up tea and blowing my nose. There was a brief interlude where I went to dinner. There was a guest speaker in my building today and he came to dinner and made an announcement of his talk that was to happen after dinner. He said that your only excuse for not showing up was showing a doctor's note. Normally, I would've thought this ridiculous except today I actually got a doctor's note. The other positive about being sick was that when the guy I don't like and I were the only ones left sitting at the table I just pretended like I couldn't talk at all.

But, as always, my mother trumped me. I called her work to speak to her as she is stuck there due to massive flooding. Serves me right for wanting to whine and complain about a pussy head cold. I mean it's my own fault I only bought Fisherman's Friend instead of Ny-Quil, it's not her fault that her old folks home may be swept away while she is napping on her desk.

My neighbor just came by with a fresh box of Kleenexes for me. She also informed me that she wasn't going to move into the large handi-cap room in my building that recently became available. Her reason as to why, "I can't move into that handi-cap room anymore because they got a new gimp." Later she admitted that no matter how nice "the new gimp" turns out to be she will still hate them.

Tip of the Day: When in doubt ALWAYS buy the Ny-Quil.

-Canadian Castaway