I'm home today, taking a sick day due to post-traumatic lingering symptoms of the one-fanged snakebite I suffered. I probably wouldn't have to take a sick day today if I'd taken a half-day yesterday like I planned. I went in yesterday because I had to had to get the billing out and I was going to go home right after I finished - The Boss agreed to this - but somehow other things kept coming up that I needed to handle. This always happens. I am so jealous of people who can plan to take a half-day off and actually do it, you just don't know.
I could tell I'd overdone it and last night, I went to bed at the absolutely unheard-of hour of 10:00 pm. I was still exhausted this morning, so I called The Boss to tell him he was on his own. He wasn't surprised. I slept until 10:40 this morning, with a brief time awake when Alan left for work. Then I was awakened by MCI, and stuff like this is why I will never join that bandwagon known as the Do Not Call list.
"Hello, is this Miz Hayes?" [No, but even getting my name correct won't help you now, because--]
"I have the flu. You woke me up. I hate you now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I see you're currently with Bell South, is that correct?"
"I have the flu. You woke me up. I hate you now."
"Um...sorry...well, MCI can save you--" spiel spiel spiel
"I have the flu. You woke me up. I hate you now."
"MCI can offer you a savings of --" spiel spiel spiel
"I have the flu. You woke me up. I hate you now."
That's all I ever said. I give the little guy points for perseverance; listening to him become more discomfitted by the minute gave me enough good humour and energy to emerge from bed and answer e-mail. (Emerging from bed is no easy feat even when I'm healthy, now that we have the new mattress w/feather pillow top, yummmmmmm.)
I'm actually not feeling that badly, except for a throat so sore I actually want to claw at my neck. This is odd for me: almost without exception, a cold for me means nasal congestion which may or may not make it down to my chest but I usually don't have sore throats. The last two times I've been sick, though, I've had a sore throat worse than anything I can remember since wee-small childhood. I wonder if it's new and improved strains of germs or if it's my body changing as I get older...
Either way, I am sure it's nothing that Diet Cokes, tortilla chips and some time in front of the PS2 won't cure.
I could tell I'd overdone it and last night, I went to bed at the absolutely unheard-of hour of 10:00 pm. I was still exhausted this morning, so I called The Boss to tell him he was on his own. He wasn't surprised. I slept until 10:40 this morning, with a brief time awake when Alan left for work. Then I was awakened by MCI, and stuff like this is why I will never join that bandwagon known as the Do Not Call list.
"Hello, is this Miz Hayes?" [No, but even getting my name correct won't help you now, because--]
"I have the flu. You woke me up. I hate you now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I see you're currently with Bell South, is that correct?"
"I have the flu. You woke me up. I hate you now."
"Um...sorry...well, MCI can save you--" spiel spiel spiel
"I have the flu. You woke me up. I hate you now."
"MCI can offer you a savings of --" spiel spiel spiel
"I have the flu. You woke me up. I hate you now."
That's all I ever said. I give the little guy points for perseverance; listening to him become more discomfitted by the minute gave me enough good humour and energy to emerge from bed and answer e-mail. (Emerging from bed is no easy feat even when I'm healthy, now that we have the new mattress w/feather pillow top, yummmmmmm.)
I'm actually not feeling that badly, except for a throat so sore I actually want to claw at my neck. This is odd for me: almost without exception, a cold for me means nasal congestion which may or may not make it down to my chest but I usually don't have sore throats. The last two times I've been sick, though, I've had a sore throat worse than anything I can remember since wee-small childhood. I wonder if it's new and improved strains of germs or if it's my body changing as I get older...
Either way, I am sure it's nothing that Diet Cokes, tortilla chips and some time in front of the PS2 won't cure.
7 Comments:
Oh, telemarketers, you can count them on waking you, who needs an alarm clock?
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maria, at 5:04 PM
Ah, that's why we have anonymous call blocking. It's eliminated just about every single annoying call.
Regarding your throat - could it be strep? It's a painful little bugger.
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Anonymous, at 9:22 PM
I guess it could be strep, but who knows? My friends lose patience with me because I never go to the doctor, but really: by the time I could get an appointment, the malady would have disappeared. Case in point, no sore throat today.
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Helly, at 6:48 AM
I'm sorry you have the flu or have been poisoned by a snakebite, whichever. Do you have any idea what might have bitten you on the off chance that possibly it wasn't a snake? That was scary!
My solution to avoiding the telemarketers is that I never answer my phone if I don't recognize the number. Anyone who wants me for a legitimate purpose, other than selling me something, can just leave a message and I'll call back.
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Anonymous Me, at 7:04 AM
I'm SO glad you're feeling better, but am still concerned. I am really (seriously) concerned you may have been bitten by a spider. Please ask Alan to examine the 'wound' carefully and note any negative changes. I'd think possible tick bite, except you're never outside where ticks are.....
momma
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Anonymous, at 8:02 AM
You guys are missing the point. I didn't want to avoid MCI Telemarketer Guy, I had fun being obnoxious to him.
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Helly, at 9:20 AM
Ah, I see. I did indeed totally miss the point.
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Anonymous Me, at 2:21 PM
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