Tag: sick as a dog
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cabbie
Well, I tried to go to work today: Dosed myself heavily with antihistamines and aspirin, guzzled water and focused on plowing through the papers on my desk so maybe I would forget that I had a pounding headache and felt like somebody spent all night working me over with a tenderizing mallet. I managed to Read.
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stuffed
My head is still so stuffed this morning that I have a pretty darned good idea what it feels like to be a prize 10-point buck mounted on the wall over the fireplace in the den. Get it? Stuffy head? Stuffed? I kill me. So I contacted the office to let them know I wouldn’t Read.
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puggled
I’m staying home from work today on account of the scratchy throat and puggled-up head that kept me awake most of the night. I could have dosed myself up with powerful over-the-counter drugs and toughed it out at work, infecting everyone I crossed paths with, but I don’t know anybody at work I dislike that Read.
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Killing the Killer Flu
How to weather the killer death flu that’s kicking everybody’s ass right now and will inevitably lay you low if you have kids, a day job or otherwise mix with the public: 1: Go straight to your neighborhood Walgreen’s and buy one box of multi-sympton Wal-fed and one box of decongestant Wal-fed. The upside of Read.
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Out Go The Lights!
I’m still trying to sleep off the effects of this head cold I caught, so this will necessarily be brief before I have to go medicate myself with my hourly fistful of over-the-counter drugs, drink a pint of water and stretch out on the recliner for my early-mid-late-afternoon nap. My symptoms today are a lot Read.
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I god a ruddy node
One of the benefits of working in an office environment is receiving a steady paycheck. I think we can all agree on that. Maybe another thing we can all agree on is one of the most glaring detriments: Having to acquire a whole new herd immunity. I have no idea if this has ever been Read.
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