bitterdiva

Small lesson to be learned

I woke up this morning, thought my back had just gone several round with a boxing kangaroo, contemplated whether or not I should continue with my morning routine. Figuring the heat from the shower would helped, I convinced myself to go to see how I felt after the shower. Figuring that my back probably would be sore through the day, I grabbed the vial of the happy pink pills and threw them in my bag.

Got to work, my back was feeling better. I made my Thomas' English Muffins and tea and started to bust my ass. An hour later what happens? Cramps. That damn dirty uterus was playing unfair with me. Realizing that I could take my darvies, I did so, taking two since K told me I could.

Three hours later, I'm at my buddy's printer, printing out envelopes when the world is turning that not-so-uncommon white. I'm about to faint, and would probably take down the printer, his desk, and chair and probably end up with my skirt over my head. Managing to my desk I sit, think about what I'm going to do for lunch which had begun 15 minutes ago. The music from Red FM was some funky techno shizze that took over my senses and I began to feel nausious. I placed my heavy head on my arms and closed my eyes.

40 minutes later I wake up with seven minutes left of my lunch, cramps gone, and a feeling of contentment over me. The moral of the story kids is: narcotics and work are fun, but not when you're ill and have work to get done.

02:26 PM

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Posted by: Kristian at June 20, 2003 08:14 AM

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