I don’t know what is worse about being sick…
–the growing pile of used kleenexes at my feet (which aren’t really kleenexes but are some kind of rough-hewn torture device parading in the name of environmetnally friendly paper products that have whole chunks of wood and sawdust mingled in the tissue that is supposed to be applied to the most sensitive parts of one’s nose)
–(not)sleeping next to someone who’s temperature repeatedly spiked to 102.5 last night and each time he soaked the sheets and bedding with his clammy sweat
–having to go to the store last night because I’m not the one with the fever and running into about 20 of my students as I stand in line to buy more kleenexes and 6 different packets of medicines and I’m wearing the same pants and ratty tee that I’ve been wearing the past 3 days and I start to think I probably have old woody kleenexes stuck to my butt and I don’t even know it and then I can’t even work the debit card thingy right because I never go to the sucky chain grocery store across the street and I don’t know that I have to push the buttons 4 or 5 times to tell the machine that I just want to use my debit card for crying out loud (nice Trader Joe’s checkers, I miss you!)
–when I take cold medicine I can’t sleep. I can doze a bit, but forget sleep. So last night I laid (lay, lie, I dunno?) in bed just staring at the ceiling and wondering when my head will stop feeling like it weighs 400 lbs already
–sleep, I miss you