it’s friday, which doesn’t mean a frickin-frackin thing to me since i work a nurse’s schedule. every other week i work on friday, the opposite week i’m off, but i work that weekend. which means either i’m too whooped from a day at work to do anything fun or i have to work the next day so i can only have old-lady fun and be in bed by 9.
if you haven’t already picked up on it from my shitty mood above, i got sick yesterday. and i mean gut-punched too-fast merry go round OMGWTFMARY who took a ball bat to my joints sick. i do not get sick often. i have developed a near-iron strong immune system from all these years of being up in yo’ face personal with every germ that happens along my geographical area. so when i do get sick, it’s from that one hulk-germ that is stomping around someone’s gi tract muttering “you won’t like me when i’m angry”.
i have the distinct pleasure of knowing exactly who got me sick, too. i know who it was and how it happened. i immediately washed my hands with pure clorox and prayed a fervent prayer. i think i knew then that it wouldn’t work. my saving grace of that is that this person is way, way, way sicker than me and i cannot even be mad at them, because i only got a little newborn baby gremlin of a hulk-germ and they have the whole family.
did i tell you i hate being sick? because i do.