Whatever that means. It has been weeks now of being on the couch praying to God and anyone listening that I will please PLEASE feel better soon. Basically I'm trying to stay hydrated [shudder], trying to eat every couple of hours [double shudder], and trying to rest. That isn't so hard. The hard part is trying to rest when your head is positively spinning.
Thankfully I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow [with an NP, you know I don't go to an actual doctor]. Plus my mom is threatening to come down and cook for me on Monday. Yay yay yay. I'm sick of sitting home alone feeling miserable and trying to stuff myself with a pb&j that just. won't. go. down. All whilst sustaining threats from my coworker. Seriously? I'll be in when I feel better. Thanks?
This is my nightstand. Crackers which kind of go down. Protein bars which make me happy. Gatorade for rehydration. Water for similar purposes. A stress ball for what? Why do I have a stress ball. And the best detail? Yes. That's my work phone sitting on a cracker.
Now back to trying to "suck it up"
Dear unnamed coworker, I'm never going to get over that rudeness. Love, Megan
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