Not So Sexy
Picture me in the shower this morning, skin glistening, all soaped up. Then picture me sprawled face down on the floor. Yes, I actually passed out in the shower this morning, bashing my cheekbone on the marble threshold. Ow. Remember how I got wickedly sick at the end of last term? This time I was determined that wouldn’t happen. I was popping the Cold FX like no tomorrow, going to bed early, going easy on the vino. But I woke up yesterday thinking I was dying. I spent the day huddled in bed, not even able to read for more than twenty minutes at a time. Today I’m actually worse.
This really sucks. I feel terrible about calling in sick when I’m so new to my job. I still have an essay to finish. Redneck Mommy’s coming in a few days. Can’t. Be. Sick.
So, McHotty’s taking me to the doctor this afternoon to try to score some antibiotics. Wish me luck!