I called in sick Tuesday because I couldn’t talk. Then, I spent my weekend sick. pampered me. Then, I called in sick today because I couldn’t talk.

With the DayQuil, I can talk. Almost. I also feel like the world is spinning, contracting, and/or expanding at any given moment. But I can talk. I’m still going to go through the entire local stock of Kleenex, with or without the DayQuil.

I’m of two minds about calling in sick tomorrow. I can’t get a doctor’s appointment until Monday. Which I’ve scheduled. But I feel like a putz for calling in sick so much. But, the thing is, I’m actually and what looks to be severely sick. That’s what sick days are for, right?

I alternate from feeling okay, as long as I don’t move too much, to feeling like I need to be dead for a few days and let this thing run its course.

I have stocked up on my super heroes, orange juice, DayQuil, and NyQuil. I think I’m qualified to call in sick when even DayQuil doesn’t stop my nose from flowing like the Nile.

Okay, enough drugged ramblings. For now, anyway.