Bloody fucking hell

[deathpixie]

I'd chalked up the chronic aches in my joints and fever flashes and nausea of the past three days to a return tour of the Lurghi I've had for the past couple of weeks, but this morning when I got out of the shower I was covered in red spots. Not wanting to bother Mum (who was still asleep) and Dad (who is still pretty churned up over Sue's death adn not coping with any kind of stress), I went in to work. Upon consulting with my co-workers, I went down to the doctor, and heard the happy news.

I have the chicken pox.

Good news is I should be over it by the time I fly out. Other good news is that I have the rest of the week off work because I'm still contagious. Bad news is that I can't go home today until this afternoon because Pete and Paula are going to the funeral of a popular police officer who died of cancer last week, and we have a video link at 1pm that we couldn't reschedule. So I get to stick around and get payback on the unhealthy public I deal with who gave this to me in the first place. But I'm not a happy camper, no siree.

I seriously can't believe this. Of all the fucking times to get chicken pox, I had to get it eleven days before I'm due to fly out for Walkabout... Least I know I was actually feeling sick these past few days and not being a hypochondriac.

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Re: *many hugs*

[deathpixie]

Ooh, bikie boys! Gimme! *grabs at the lycra-clad young men* One goodthing - Mum and Dad have cable and if I'm going to be home sick, at least I can watch the full Tour coverage on the sports channel. :) Especially with the Aussies doing so well this year - all three were in the final six last stage. :)