It started with a trip to my doctor for a urinary tract infection.
Whatever happened to those little doors, between the restroom and lab, where you could just leave your ‘sample’ instead of having to walk down a long hall past a gazillion people carrying your cup of pee?
And why do some doctors’ offices refuse to put magazines in the exam rooms when they leave you waiting for…ever? Looking at four white walls…
…and counting ceiling tiles does not help one’s blood pressure.
Never mind, I’m getting off
I’m watching the clock at work, rehashing all the things I haven’t blogged about and writing up my grocery list:
As I leave work I have the chills and my head feels as though it’s in a fog. I skip the grocery store and decide to go directly home. I have a bowl of soup and go to bed at 7:00 pm.
Yeah, sometimes the best laid plans just get skewed. Thoughts of making your hair and feet purdy turn into a scrunchy and fuzzy socks; planned menus of beer and junk food become tea and soup; and intentions to blog turn out to be a weekend in bed with the television…unfortunately I now need to figure out how I’m going to pay my next cable bill with all the pay-per-view movies I purchased.
And the person who shared their sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, fever, not able to sleep illness?
Guilty party, if you will?