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The cure for the common cold is a burrito with a ton of guacamole.

I am so certain of this fact I believe I may brave the outside world in search of the chipotle (45 minute drive :P) at which I may eat a burrito and consequently be cured. I might buy two burritos. Feed the cold starve the fever, right?

James, the 'big' manager at work is who I had direct dealings with when I called off last night. If you heard me there was no doubt that I'm sick. I can act sick if I have to, but it's not a tactic I care to employ. I was thankful that he seemed genuinely concerned about me getting to a doctor. I thought that he was going to take the route of 'you need a doctor's note to come back to work'. But no, it was,' you need to go to the doctor in case it's pneumonia'.

Still haven't forgotten that it's his ass that put me in the window in the first place. Is there some sort of naughty theme following me. Do you want to know what the 'technical' name for my common position is?

Hawk: Where am I working today?
Manager: The back hole.

I kid you not. The always stick me in the back hole.

This morning, I am awake at 5:30 a.m. Thanks to Hemlock who decided that he belonged attatched to the side of my head and would not move. He literally laid on top of my head and was making paws on my delicate skin :P.

Seemingly, my fever has broken. I spent yesterday sweating. Just sweating profusely. I do feel a bit better although the remaining nag of nasal and chest congestion are less than enjoyable, it's nowhere near what it was on the 1-10 misery scale.

oi. I just connected something. There's a greek place right next to the Chipotle. I could get backlava. Although, I'm sure it will not compare to what I had in NYC. That was the shit. let me tell you.

I have also decided that I had a lesson to learn from being sick. Since I've changed my way of eating (diet's such a nasty word...) I need to stock my cabinets. Ive ate this way long enough that I know what I like and what I don't like. And not having a selection when you are sick and finicky is really annoying.

I did take Freaky's advice and make some spaghetti noodles with a homemade italian dressing. Just plain Red Wine Vinegar and Olive Oil.

Garlic in olive oil....

Can you tell, I'm fucking hungry?

sheesh.

I hate calling off of work. I always feel guilty and feel like I'm putting my job, therefor my security, on the line. And it weighs on me all day. But oh well. I have to look after my health. If they aren't concerned about it. :P

anyhow. I think I have convinced the hubby to get me a burrito and bring it home today. rock on. I don't even have to leave the house.

gotta run

love ya
xxx

Posted by hawkie at December 2, 2003 05:59 AM