deathpixie | Return of the blargh

So, I went to the doctor yesterday after two days off work feeling like crud. Turns out my old friend Mr. Bronchitis has come to play, bringing along his friend Mr. Sinus Infection. Thank you, Other Lawyer Whose Name Begins With A That Isn't Alvin, for gifting me once again with your germs, since you were the one who gave me bronchitis last time. :P

My reward is a ten day course of antibiotics (the ones that make my mouth taste like metallic butt) and the rest of the week off work, since I can't concentrate worth anything and need about eighteen hours of sleep a day. At least I have a note now, so I can wave it at my manager and go neener neener when I get back in.

I'd be happier if my eyes and cheekbones didn't ache like a crazy aching thing and I wasn't pausing to cough every five minutes, but hey, at least I get a break. One I'm useless to do anything more with than watch lots of Buffy (you might be able to tell from my speech patterns) and sleep, but hey, a break's a break, right?