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When it rains, it pours

23 Mar 2009

So remember how I did some damage to some sensitive areas AND rammed my leg into a table over the weekend?  Now I’ve come down with some kind of plague that has me confined to the couch and sipping chicken soup while trying to keep my watery eyes open long enough to call my office and take some vitamins.  Picture it: I’m sick as a dog, hobbling around on one leg, and squatting naked over a mirror every few hours to make sure I’m covered in antibiotics.  It’s a pretty sight, trust me.  I woke up this morning feeling like death, managed to call in sick, and have been half-conscious on the couch ever since.  What really sucks is that I’m supposed to fly out tomorrow night for a meeting on Wednesday morning, and if I’m still feeling like shit tomorrow, I’m going to have to bail on the meeting.  Thankfully, my office has been very understanding, and maybe I can just call into the meeting from my couch.  What a mess.  I always manage to take care of myself when I’m sick, but it’s times like these when it would be really nice to have someone to heat up my soup and bring me my vitamins, you know?  Like, maybe a cute houseboy who will entertain me as I bounce quarters of his rock-hard six-pack?  Ah, a girl can dream…  : )  Here’s hoping that I feel better in the morning and that none of you are afflicted by this miserable plague.

Edited to add:  It’s Tuesday morning, and I’m feeling well enough to go on my little business trip (although still not 100% better).  I’ll see you all tomorrow evening.  In other news, why hasn’t Chicago Boy called/texted since we hung out over the weekend???  Ahhh, I hate this part.

4 Responses to “When it rains, it pours”

  1. 1
    Mr NYC Says:

    Hope you feel better! Good luck!

  2. 2
    KT Says:

    Yikes!! Feel better!

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  3. 3
    Chris Says:

    Feel better, hopefully you are going somewhere warm. I don’t know about NYC but its a balmy 20F here in the Philly area…

  4. 4
    The Dateable Dork Says:

    All – Thanks! I’m feeling mostly better, but still decidedly icky. Unfortunately, I went someplace even colder than NYC! Such is life, I guess.

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