Fever
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Pubey Boy: well that's 'cause you're cuntilicious
Pubey Boy: use 'cunt' in a sentence today
Milkmaid: i have a cuntifically bad fever today.
Pubey Boy: that's cuntingly bad
Milkmaid: cunt it. i cunting know, right?
Pubey Boy: haha you silly cunt
In case you hadn’t deduced it from that piece of profundity above, I am sick in bed. I am sick in bed, I did not go to work, there was a presentation today, I did not go to work, I did not go to work. But I am sick in bed. But there was a presentation today. I did not go to work. But I am sick in bed. And I have this really bad feeling that they didn’t get the stuff I worked on at 1 a.m. today. Even if I emailed it twice. But then again, I woke up to find no angry text messages or emails waiting for me. Or any text message or email, for that matter. So maybe they channel their ire through silence.
However, despite this paranoia (which I’m sure will cloud my discernment of office relations for the next week or two), the fact remains that I am still in bed. And I will stay in it. Because I am sick, and it would be nice to return to the office tomorrow in good form. Not in that droopy, tissue-wielding, Extra Strength Tylenol-loopy form I was in. I’m also paranoid that they’re holding this sick leave against me because I was obviously not taking care of myself yesterday, what with the smoking and the fact that I even went to work in the first place. But again, all guilt aside, I am still in bed. And I am going to get well. I am not going to lie down for one more hour and then suddenly find myself on the next train to Makati, telling myself that I just couldn’t fucking help it. Except for when I pee, my back and my bed sheets are going to be the Bestest Friends Forever. For today.
Ignoring my fever yesterday was well worth it, anyhow. Work-wise, a lot needed to be done. More importantly, though, I got to see my friends. I’ve been really needing their company recently, mired as I am in this state of Great Big Ugly for the past few weeks. And besides having a good albeit short time with them last night, they also reminded me that I needed to take care of myself. I’ve always had trouble with my priorities, and my friends always provide that sense of, um, having sense that I need. That loving wallop on the back of my head, that combination of kind words and grave eyes. I love my friends to pieces. I know I’m treading trite territory with this paragraph, but I really do feel lucky to have the friends I have, and I hope I can be as good to them, too.
So here I am in bed. I listened to my friends, eased the rod out of my ass about halfway, and went on sick leave. I don’t know what will become of me tomorrow, but I think I’ll be able to handle it. I need to get rest today. I need to keep still, get rid of this fever completely, and let the past few weeks—a malady of a different, more toxic strain—dissipate at last.
posted by marguerite @ 11:58 AM
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