waves weakly to fellow sickos

Sorry for the unwellness. I'm still there too. Broke down and filled the Percocet script. Too much ouch. Doc wants to do a chest x-ray in the morning to check for pneumonia because of an ucky cough, and of course check if I am healing okay. Might be infected, might just be a big baby.

So I was all pillowed and propped up in a recliner with my computer on a tray table and worked all day, with a couple crying breaks. Being responsible is overrated.

{{{Laura}}} Feel better.

Two hours later I think the stomach ache is mostly done, and yay I didn't pass out although I felt like o might a few times. Thank goodness tomorrow is Moms day here.

Healing~ma for Laura, sj, askye and anyone else who is not top-notch at the moment.

Laura, you worked all day? Woman, you need to rest and get better!

Seriously! What Steph said. Times bazillionty. Seriously.

rest up folks and take care of yourselves

I'm gonna have my very first root canal tomorrow. Any recs for relaxing/distracting podcasts/audiobooks to listen to while I'll be on the dentist's chair for an hour?

Nope, but I do recommend taking a bunch of advil before you go in. It should help with pain afterwards, but also I found the worst part of the actual root canal was the jaw pain from keeping your mouth open so long.

Shir, no recs but I'm thinking you want to avoid anything funny.

Laura, rest, dammit. And I will not tolerate you calling yourself a big baby, which is both mean and patently untrue.

asker, hope you feel better and that your mom starts to understand.

It's a day to blast MCR in my headphones. I got told at work that the next time I'm late even a minute I will be sent home, and if I'm late three more times I will be fired. Which is entirely within boss' rights to do. It's just a little hard to take from a dude who is never anywhere he is supposed to be when he's supposed to be. Also a guy who employed his childhood best friend for decades despite the fact that said friend was constantly fucking up and breaking things. But me being late is a "slap in the face."

But hey, maybe it's just time for me to move on. I guess I need to find a job where I can set my own hours or something. I've been crying most of the morning while painting. It's a bummer because otherwise things had been going really well since M and E left.

Aw shit smonster. That sucks. I'm so sorry.