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Tuesday, September 10, 2002

Thank you to everyone who's sent well-wishes my way (and Jen, that card was too cute!) I'd send back personal thank you's by email, except my damned email isn't letting me send out for some reason, so I'm having issues with it. (and too sick to think about fixing it, blarg)

Today has been utterly miserable. I can't keep out of the bathroom and I can't keep anything down. I'm SO HUNGRY and even puked up the chicken noodle soup my Love was nice enough to make for me. My nose won't stop just pouring and each time I blow it, it makes my head just pound with my pulse. My lips are all chapped and I can't breath and I can't remember a time that I've been this sick in a really, really, long time. (Actually, I think the last time I was this sick, I ended up in the ER from severe dehydration; I was blacking out) I can't even take the antibiotic my mom brought over for me because I can't keep enough food down to take it (you need to take it with food). I also keep puking up things like the Tylenol Cold & Flu, and the Pepto to try to calm my stomach. This is crazy.

Got the phone fixed today and got the guy to put me on copper (instead of the shitty DMS cable) so I can get them to get me on DSL soon. (just need to get them to condition the line to handle it but he says that's routine enough and not a problem) Need to determine how/when to do it because the job status thing is up in the air - talked to my boss today this afternoon (I was sick for literally hours non-stop this morning, then I passed out for a few and called him when I woke up) and he's not sure what to do. He wants me to call him tomorrow. I told him no matter what, there's no way I can make it tomorrow either. I'm just that fucking sick. We'll see what happens.

Uh...I guess that's it. I'm so incoherant, I hope this makes some sense. I just needed some sort of distraction and I've not been on the pc all day so I thought I'd try to stop thinking about how the last batch of salten crackers I ate want to come back up (though it's not helping much...I think I'm going to be sick....again) Ugh.

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