Closet Extremist

Tales of sickness and woe.

When last I reported, I was sick...and I'm sorry to report that I still am. I did something on Wednesday that I've done very rarely in my work carreer, I called in sick. I basically had a really severe head cold. Stopped up nose, bad cough, equilibrium off due to the head stuffed with phlegm, generally all around fun. I pounded Thera-Flu like it was going out of style, and generally just rested. I felt good enough to go to work on Thursday, but I still wasn't 100%.

I got a call from a friend Thursday night, so I went out to the bar. It was a bad idea to be pouring alchohol on top of the medications I'd been taking for the cold. I wound up breaking the dispatcher for the elevator's on Friday, and had to go into work on saturday to fix the problem. (Orderred a part overnight from California, and it fixed them right up.) Saturday afternoon I decided to celebrate by going out to the bar again. I began to notice that I was having Gastronomical Issue's during my tenure at the bar, and got the sneaking suspicion that it wasn't going to bode well for the rest of my weekend.

I've spent all day today drinking gulp after gulp of Pepto in hopes that it would calm the storm that started in my belly. Along with the moments of "Green-apple quick-step", I had the privelage of stomach cramps pretty-much all day. Needless to say, it's not been a very fun week/weekend.

I don't get sick all that often, so it's obvious that I don't know enough to stay out of bars when I am. Chalk that up to a lesson learned the hard way. I still owe everyone an update of the blogmeet, and I'll do it sometime this week...If I can stay out of the bar that is.