This is my life, the TMI edition
Jun. 8th, 2006 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changeyourstars8So a few weeks ago, I got a cut on the underside of my left ear-- how, I have no idea. Out of all the random injuries/bruises I get, this has to be one of the weirdest. Only thing is, the stupid sucker will not heal. See, it starts to scab up and my hair gets caught in it so when I go to brush it . . . bad.
Then day before yesterday I found out about little glands right under the jawline that help fight infection or somesuch, because they swell up and hurt like hell when they get mad about aforementioned cuts that won't heal.
Yesterday it faded, but when I woke up this morning it was to find my head hurting, my stomach feeling like it was about to join the 'ow' party, and my feet not wanting to stay under me. I went to work anyway, because you try not to call anyone to cover for your 4:30 a.m. shift unless absitively posolutely necessary. When I got there, I found a coworker of mine there, because she thought I was taking this Thursday off to fix stuff for the arts and crafts fair, not next one. Me-- "This is obviously a sign from some higher power that I'm supposed to go home and sleep this off." So I did.
Feel better now, thankfully, hopefully that'll last. Now I just have to ignore the fact that despite the fact that all dirty dishes are in the dishwasher, there are still ants in my kitchen. A lot of them. They're putting on a little "Can You Hear the Insects Singing" version of Les Mis in there.
If I can't eradicate the little freaks, I'm going to have to pack up my supplies and do the arts and crafts fair baking at my parents' house.
Then day before yesterday I found out about little glands right under the jawline that help fight infection or somesuch, because they swell up and hurt like hell when they get mad about aforementioned cuts that won't heal.
Yesterday it faded, but when I woke up this morning it was to find my head hurting, my stomach feeling like it was about to join the 'ow' party, and my feet not wanting to stay under me. I went to work anyway, because you try not to call anyone to cover for your 4:30 a.m. shift unless absitively posolutely necessary. When I got there, I found a coworker of mine there, because she thought I was taking this Thursday off to fix stuff for the arts and crafts fair, not next one. Me-- "This is obviously a sign from some higher power that I'm supposed to go home and sleep this off." So I did.
Feel better now, thankfully, hopefully that'll last. Now I just have to ignore the fact that despite the fact that all dirty dishes are in the dishwasher, there are still ants in my kitchen. A lot of them. They're putting on a little "Can You Hear the Insects Singing" version of Les Mis in there.
If I can't eradicate the little freaks, I'm going to have to pack up my supplies and do the arts and crafts fair baking at my parents' house.
