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September 17, 2003

Urgh.

I'm sick. Nasty, nasty cold. Or flu. Or something. What is the difference between a cold and the flu? I've always wondered that. Like, are there different symptoms?

I also just looked and realized I hadn't updated since last month. Whoops. There's really not much new -- at least, nothing that I can remember clearly, what with being germ-addled. My back is slowly improving. Work is better now that my boss is back -- it's not so hectic now. (And now that I think about it, I'm not surprised I'm sick now, after how stressed I was last month.) I'm debating going back to work tomorrow. It's not that I'm being a wuss about having a cough and a stuffy nose, it's the fact that my boss's husband is recovering from very serious surgery -- the type of thing where, if I were to pass my germs on to her, it could make him very ill. So, I'm torn. I don't want to take another day off, but I don't want to spread my plague either. I guess I'll decide in the morning.

I was going to talk about a lot of other things, but they have faded into a cold-induced haze. So, I will tell you about my trip to Walgreen's last night. At around 9 o'clock or so, I realized I really needed Kleenex -- the toilet paper I was using was like sandpaper on my poor nose -- and something to decongest me enough to breathe through the night. Since I had no one to run to the store for me -- Jeff, you need to move closer! -- I decided I'd need to walk to the store. I had scary bedhead, no makeup on, and an icepack strapped to my back, but I threw on shoes (and a jacket to hide my lack of bra) and set out. I ended up getting stuck walking behind a scary drunk guy -- he was staggering down the street, clutching a bottle, and probably couldn't have done me any harm, but he was giving off creepy vibes. I didn't want to pass him, and thus have him behind me, so I slowed down and let him walk well ahead of me. (Can I just say, I hate having to do that. My town is very safe, but still, I have to be paranoid when I leave my house at night and see a creepy drunk guy. I walked the two blocks with an eye open for passers-by, and my Swiss Army knife in my hand). Once I got to Walgreen's, I hurried inside, and headed for the cold-remedy aisle. There was a guy there, pondering the cold medications, so I ducked my head, hoping not to be seen in my death-on-toast state, and grabbed what I needed. As I passed the guy, he looked me over, and smiled, with a little "How you doing eyebrow action. I headed for the checkout, thinking I was deluded. Then he got in line behind me, and when I glanced up, he did it again, and attempted a flirt. Apparently, I make flu germs hot. Who knew? It made me laugh all the way home. And now, my brain no longer works, so I am shutting up. Oh, and hello, new readers! You're very pretty!

Posted by Mary Ellen at September 17, 2003 10:03 PM

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