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Apr. 15th, 2010 02:11 pmI am sick.
At first, I thought it was just allergies and then the allergy medicine didn't work and now my nose is stuffed up yet still constantly running, my throat and lips are dry and my eyes are red and puffy.
I'm a beauty queen, believe me. You envy me.
I'm miserable and sleepy and smelly and need to go to work tonight.
Listen, here's the thing about me: I'm a complete and utter BABY when I get sick. I want to be pampered, I want to whine and moan and lay about pitifully. I want my husband to bring me soup and juice while I watch trashy television I've DVR'd for just this occasion. I want my kids to come in and hug me and tell me, "Feel better, Mommy."
Instead I've got to go to work and smile and answer phone with a stuffed up nose, sounding like Elmer Fudd.
Sucks.
At first, I thought it was just allergies and then the allergy medicine didn't work and now my nose is stuffed up yet still constantly running, my throat and lips are dry and my eyes are red and puffy.
I'm a beauty queen, believe me. You envy me.
I'm miserable and sleepy and smelly and need to go to work tonight.
Listen, here's the thing about me: I'm a complete and utter BABY when I get sick. I want to be pampered, I want to whine and moan and lay about pitifully. I want my husband to bring me soup and juice while I watch trashy television I've DVR'd for just this occasion. I want my kids to come in and hug me and tell me, "Feel better, Mommy."
Instead I've got to go to work and smile and answer phone with a stuffed up nose, sounding like Elmer Fudd.
Sucks.
