26 January
Still terribly ill, but think can not only write full sentences, but spell the word sentence correctly as well.
Yep, I can. Well, that's not a very good example, but in my heart I know that I can.
How this all started was on Wednesday I was in the bathroom after brushing my teeth, and it suddenly occurred to me that I would like to wear perfume. I love perfume and I have lots of it, but I tend to be kind of allergic to it, so I rarely wear it. Yesterday, though, I was breathing really well, so I decided to spray on some Obsession.
Huge mistake.
I spent the entire day coughing and hacking and wheezing, traveling quickly from an allergy attack to an asthma attack that continued all day and into the night. It was dreadful, but I didn't physically feel sick, I just couldn't breathe.
Yesterday, this changed. I felt as though I had the flu--my nose was running, and I was coughing a different kind of cough, and was terribly weak and loopy. I went to work anyway, but complained all day. I kept asking for someone to pet my head and call me a pretty princess, but nobody would. What works for Pamie does not work for me.
Just because I am not little and blonde does not meant that inside I am not a pretty princess, dammit!
I was so sick that The Raccoon made me go home an hour and a half early, in order that I show up today, threatening to go through my desk if I did not, which is certainly an incentive.
I staggered home, though I couldn't go right to bed because we had rehearsal, and there was no way that I could cancel, not that I wanted to. So I had a rehearsal where I acted all pathetic, though it went well, and Cynthia and Fran called me a pretty princess all damn night.
After I unexpectedly belched, and Fran said "Did the pretty princess burp?", Cynthia said "I'll bet you're sorry that you mentioned that!", I answered, "Nope, every pretty princess is gold, no matter how sarcastic!"
After rehearsal, Fran went to the store for me and then I curled up and stuffed my pretty princess pie-hole with cheese puffs, then went to bed, retching softly.
This morning, my lungs hurt, my throat hurts, I feel like shit. Kathleen, who also had asthma, but has actually been to a doctor about it, says that she has had the asthma attack that turns into a cold as well, and her doctor says that it is not a cold, but in fact still asthma, the symptoms manifesting themselves in a different way.
I hope that I don't get bronchitis again.
Today's horoscope:
Careful, conscientious and thorough, today you do a really GOOD job. Discipline and concentration come easily.
One year ago today:
"Fran shoveled?" I thought, somewhat perturbed, "Was he hit on the head?"
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