Campfyre Stories

Campfyre Stories
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Adulteress no more.

Death warmed over

March 28th, 2007

Of all the people I know who are sick, no one has the thing I have.

Call me Typhoid Mary.  Of course, I’ll be blamed by some regardless of what the next sick to makes it’s rounds is.

I was coughing so hard that I couldn’t stop long enough to call in and had to send an email.  I sneezed so hard, I split my lip.  In two places.  On the inside of my lip.  I feel like I’m medicated, but I haven’t taken any medication.

Today I am functional after 4-5 days of being…  well…  NOT.

But the worst part is that I missed two days of work and when I got back, I still don’t have enough work to keep me busy.  Go figure.

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