Being sick sucks.
Might get sick once, maybe twice a year but when I do it usually means I lose my voice and can't breathe. Which is what's going on now.
IM'd sick into work today...no voice, ya see...and managed to get a fair amount of sleep. Had a Dermatology appt already scheduled so purposely did not take any cold drugs so I could drive to my appt.
Made it there ok and got a consult on some issues that were bothering me. One of those was a recurring bump on my right thumb that kept growing in, I would cut it out, then it would grow back in. Yuck, I know.
She said it was a wart and she was going to freeze it off. Didn't look like a wart to me but she is the Doc, not I. So she freezed the sucker off and FUCK did it hurt. Really bad. Of course, I am a HUGE HUGE wimp (which I apologized for profusely afterwards) and for the next hour I kept thinking 'damn, this hurts' and trying not to think about it.
After a quick stop at Snappin' Steve's for some Limeade which I had been craving since getting sick, I stopped at Home Depot to buy a pickax. Yep, the fucking ice in the fucking street is beyond stupid - not to mention the fucking ice floe...all 6 inches of it...at the bottom of my driveway.
So...pickax in tow and feeling like utter crap, I drove home and started to attack the driveway.
Then it dawned on me that wow...I am a righty...the same hand that was just frozen to hell and back...and gee...this HURTS!! BADLY!
But I wanted to get the ice GONE so I sucked it up and kept bashing away at the ice, trying to breathe, and trying not to fall. Worked at it for 25 minutes until the sun was almost down and I had fallen 3x. Got maybe 1/8th of the driveway done. CRAP.
At the end it was a combo of feeling like crap, sore hand, back, legs from twisting them when I fell,fever of 103 that won't go away, chills and not being able to breathe where I said 'Fuck It' and called it a day. Went inside and promptly threw up the dinner I had grabbed at Arby's drivethru cause I was sooo darn hungry but I guess it just wasn't what I needed to eat.
Then I sat in my room and just cried. Figured what the hell, it's not gonna hurt and might even help.
Normally I am so fine on my own, very self reliant and all and I usually handle everyrthing pretty well, but I was just overloaded. So I sat here and cried for about 10 minutes and then I felt better.
So thanks everyone for listening and thinking to yourself (not out loud or in print) 'Man, what a whiny-ass baby'.
I'll feel better when I get better and thanks HDW for telling me what to take to get rid of a fever.
NNSD guys.
I need to call it a night.
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