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blamebrampton) wrote2013-07-31 10:54 pm
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Not dead!
Do have Sydney Death Plague, though, thanks to Mr B.
Friday: Come home tired from ukulele, sleep in spare bed due to Mr B being ill, wake up with hacking cough.
Saturday and Sunday: Throw Mr B into spare bed, spend entire weekend in bed with aches and chills and fever plus hacking cough. Survive on bottled fruit and water.
Monday: Call doctor. Doctor says, 'You sound very rattly, is that pneumonia?' Me: 'I thought it was flu! I don't know? Can I come and see you and you tell me?' Doctor: 'Come tomorrow, try not to die before then.' Me: 'I feel worse now.'
Yesterday: Visit Doctor. 'What have you broken now?' Me: 'Nothing! I have flu, remember? I called you yesterday, you were alarming.'
'How's your thumb?'
'It's fine, see? But how are my lungs?'
'Oh, they're temporarily horrid, but they're naturally super, so you'll be fine in a few weeks or a month. It's not flu by the way, there's a horrible mutant cold thing going around.'
'But the chills? The shakes? The fever and the incredible joint aches?'
'Yep. It's like flu, but it's not.'
'So what is it?'
'It's a week in bed. Go home and back to bed. Get up next week. Here's a medical certificate.'
Today: I am out of bed! I am dressed! I am still standing! I will go to work!
Get to work.
Realise I have made a terrible mistake.
Spend two hours doing 15 minutes' worth of work to get out new flatplans for the next issues.
Follow wishes of all coworkers and go home before I pass out.
Pass out.
All with only the internet I can piggyback though my iPhone as Mr B decided now would be a great time to change ISPs, which has been about a week of nothing so far. When I kill him, I expect everyone to testify in my defence.
If you hear anyone with a hacking cough, run. It's vile. And I don't even know what it is. However, having spoken to several other people who have had it, if we can find Patient Zero, they're likely to be in deep, deep trouble.
Friday: Come home tired from ukulele, sleep in spare bed due to Mr B being ill, wake up with hacking cough.
Saturday and Sunday: Throw Mr B into spare bed, spend entire weekend in bed with aches and chills and fever plus hacking cough. Survive on bottled fruit and water.
Monday: Call doctor. Doctor says, 'You sound very rattly, is that pneumonia?' Me: 'I thought it was flu! I don't know? Can I come and see you and you tell me?' Doctor: 'Come tomorrow, try not to die before then.' Me: 'I feel worse now.'
Yesterday: Visit Doctor. 'What have you broken now?' Me: 'Nothing! I have flu, remember? I called you yesterday, you were alarming.'
'How's your thumb?'
'It's fine, see? But how are my lungs?'
'Oh, they're temporarily horrid, but they're naturally super, so you'll be fine in a few weeks or a month. It's not flu by the way, there's a horrible mutant cold thing going around.'
'But the chills? The shakes? The fever and the incredible joint aches?'
'Yep. It's like flu, but it's not.'
'So what is it?'
'It's a week in bed. Go home and back to bed. Get up next week. Here's a medical certificate.'
Today: I am out of bed! I am dressed! I am still standing! I will go to work!
Get to work.
Realise I have made a terrible mistake.
Spend two hours doing 15 minutes' worth of work to get out new flatplans for the next issues.
Follow wishes of all coworkers and go home before I pass out.
Pass out.
All with only the internet I can piggyback though my iPhone as Mr B decided now would be a great time to change ISPs, which has been about a week of nothing so far. When I kill him, I expect everyone to testify in my defence.
If you hear anyone with a hacking cough, run. It's vile. And I don't even know what it is. However, having spoken to several other people who have had it, if we can find Patient Zero, they're likely to be in deep, deep trouble.
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(But -- bottled fruit? *g*)
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And yes, I think we would totes testify for you. HOW DARE HE???
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Wait - you're in Down Under? Well, have fun in bed then. :P
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Then when you're well I think it must be time for planning your next UK visit. Right?
*hopeful, with tissues*
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Get well soon!
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I hope you feel 100% soon!
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The cleaning "lady" probably infected me with trachoma, she said as she came by to tell me she won't work today and demanded I photocopy stuff for her. She might come tomorrow to do "a bit of wiping" which is worse than nothing. I'd happily set her onto Mr. B?
Take care and try to take it easy.
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I'm not sure why, but the chirpy tone of this made me smile. Thank you.
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You haven't posted in a while so I thought I'd drop you a line and say hello, and see how you're doing?
Also, to let you know that Mr C and I did an ABC online survey on Australian politics / the issues around the upcoming election today. It was interesting and started some fun conversations (mostly about how vague / inappropriately worded most of the questions were).
But I thought you might like to know that in the question that asked - 'where do you get your political information from?' - I chose 'Other' and then typed in 'Brammers' into the text field. You are my official source of quality information and understanding of all things political in Australia. :D
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