So, yesterday and the day before I was feeling horrid.
When I got home from work Friday, I cooked and ate supper, then felt bad, so I lay down and slept until a little after 8, then I got up and washed dishes and went back to bed. I felt like crap.
Saturday, Robert woke me up at 8am. He had planned to go play Putt-putt, then for us to go eat KFC before work.
We had coupons for the mini-golf, play from 9-5, as many holes as you want, and 12 free tokens to the arcade.
Well, we got there at 9 and find out the place doesn’t open until 10!!
Robert was angry.
I wanted to go back home. I felt bad.
Well, we went home, Robert wanted to play Mario Party, so I did. I still felt bad.
I asked him to let me stay home from work.
No.
We went out to KFC for lunch. It was good, but after I ate it my tummy hurt REALLY badly. I wanted to go back home and go to bed. Again, I asked if I could stay home from work today.
Again, no.
Well, coming out of the parking lot, we got a flat. Robert called his dad. His dad took me to work. I worked all day with a tummy ache, feeling tired and weak and dizzy.
After work at 9pm we went grocery shopping. I put away the groceries, checked my e-mail and went to bed.
Today....Robert didn’t feel well. He told me he didn’t feel well.
“Aww, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now you know how I felt yesterday.”
He held out his arm. “I’m shaking,” he said, “and I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
“Poor thing.” I said, just as any concerned and caring wife would say. “You want to come to work with me today? It will be fun. You can help customers, climb some ladders, lift some heavy boxes.”
He just gave me a look.
“I feel REALLY bad” he said. Like he felt so much worse than I did yesterday.
Of course he does. I mean, he only caught it from me to begin with.
I bet if he still feels “really bad” tomorrow he’ll call in sick to work.
Pussy.
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Meanwhile, today was one of THOSE days at work. Customers being fucktards. Me being pulled in 80 directions at once.
Not to mention, one of my friends was really emotionally hurt by her boyfriend of 2 years (who she lives with) and it made me want to go rip the guys nuts off and shove them down his throat before dousing him in gas and setting him on fire.
Fucker.
I don’t like it when my friends hurt, and she burst into tears several times today. And she’s a grown woman, not a teen or even a college student. A woman married several times with several children, not one that hurts easily.
Again I say, fucker!
At home tonight, exhausted, tired, an feeling a little queasy again, I tried to lay down and nap. Boomer wouldn’t leave me alone, so I got up and washed 2 days worth of dishes, then cooked supper.
I played online some, checked my e-mails, decided to blog. Added YummY! Down to several bloglistings.
After all, I want to be internet famous.
I’m very tired now, still queasy, feeling very weak and shaky. I think I’m going to bed soon. After all, I have to get up and go to work tomorrow...sick or not.
Oh, I almost forgot...I still need votes. Please, go to the SBC and tell them why I should stay on the island. DO NOT threaten the judge, just use your nice creative brain and come up with an undeniable reason why I should stay on the island.
So, yesterday and the day before I was feeling horrid.
Not to mention, one of my friends was really emotionally hurt by her boyfriend of 2 years (who she lives with) and it made me want to go rip the guys nuts off and shove them down his throat before dousing him in gas and setting him on fire.