Thursday, September 08, 2005

sicky poo

Tired all the time. Achy muscles, it creaks to lift my arms and stuff.

I get winded after walking a mile. This is not usual. Come to think of it, I went running on Labor Day and nearly vomited after running only 20 minutes. I

Went to the doctor about the foot fungus: BP 80/56. The nurse was studying my face pretty intently as she was taking it, almost like "She isn't a reptile, right? No. No scales or forked tongue. Her feet aren't webbed. Hm."

Besides all that though, I feel fine! Seriously. I'm not coughing or throwing up. No headaches. No fever. Nothin'. Just achey and sleeping any chance I get.

Mono? No. Epstein-Barr? Nah. Completely in my head? Ding-Ding-Ding!
It's a mystery. But it's probably a safe bet that if my feet become webbed at any point, it's not just in my head. Cross your fingers, kids.

BTW: the foot fungus? Do you believe I have to take a pill every day for YEAR?!?! Modren science has turned its back on phyllangial fungi. I might as well turn in my clothes for a well-stitched leather skin and carry a club. One pill a day for a's shocking.

I'm back at work again today. By work I mean babysitting the phone and staring at the monitor to see if it moves. I may not make a lot of money, but that's because I'm paid to sit in a room. Trouble is, I have to remain vertical, which today poses for me a bit of a struggle.

I really do like where I work, I like the people. But this is not a job, folks. This is boredom for pay. Some of you may think that's fantastic. Try doing it every day for 8 hours. It gets old. Meanwhile, I have to set up a monthly payment plan with my parents who have to buy my Christmas plane ticket. And I'm 31 years old. What does that spell? P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C.

Eek! I'd like to apologize for the incredibly bleak and bitter-sounding post that is written above. It's really not as bad as all that. Must be the webbed feet. Or the foot fungus. Or the boredom. Or all of the above.

Hey, you have a great Thursday! Peace.
I'd blame the boredom. I think being that bored can make anyone just lethargic in general. But seriously I hope you're not really sick or anything.

Maybe we (meaning your Loyal Commenters) should come up with things for you to do during the day for entertainment.
I once had to sit alone in an office all day every day for a week while everyone else was out of town. Well, it was a lawyer's office. The lawyer was a woman, and every other employee was also a woman. So one day, one of them bought a Sexy Man calendar and put it in the copy room. So above the copier, there was this calendar of men with no shirts and very tight shorts.

When I was alone in the office for hours, I'd go and grab the calendar and make clothes for these men. I made them all little outfits that I taped over their bodies. None of them were for the current month, though. Then, I left my job to go to Utah and didn't say anything to the women about the calendar.

They wrote me a letter the next month, letting me know how much they loved their guys' new clothes. So... there are SOME things that you can do.
I'm so sorry you're feeling so crappy! Maybe your boredom at work has something to do with it.

I know how it feels to be insanely bored at work. At my last sit in the chair for the 7.5 hours when no one has any work for me job I managed to complete all my law school applications and do some serious genealogy research. Anything you've wanted to do extensive research on lately?
hope you feel better...maybe a new job would help? :-)
g: You're always so caring! Thank you for helping me with my boredom.

Cicada: Ha! I love that! Paper clothes for the Sexy Men. You are too much. I would've died laughing if I saw that. Do you have any clue as to how clever you are? Seriously.

Kelly: Actually, I have worked on some family history, and the play I'm writing, and even done some ward missionary stuff. I could always to more though. I just feel unethical doing it!

abel: maybe a new job, or maybe a new attitude. Isn't that a Pointer Sisters diddy?
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