some men can be a colmplete waste of time...
i am pissed! i just found out that a book that i was reading, which i have now finished, was written by a fraud. why would you write something, claim it as your own, claim it as true, claim that you have experienced what was written when you have not!? i mean i like the story. if he would have said that it was fictional i would have loved it. i hated the ending though. i hate the whole idea of the book. i like the story but the idea of the book was trash! plain friggin' trash! from now on im sticking to fiction. no more aclaimed autobiographies or true stories!
on an equally depressing note, i've been sick for the past three days. i hate being sick. I DONT GET SICK! i just dont. its not my thing. i mean sure i get the occassional high fever, can't get out of bed, my whole body aches every few years, and the occassional flu or cough or headache but i dont get sick like bedridden sick. i had to take 2 sick days off. i went home early on wednesday, slept from 5.30 pm to 9.30 pm i just got up to eat slept again at around 11 pm. got up thursday morning at around 6.00 am took a shower, dragging myself every step of the way, contemplating calling in sick but i know im needed in the office because we were understaffed and i have meeting with my assessor for that course im doing. i know i could cancel but i already moved the meeting once before and i wanted to get it over and done with. i got in and my boss saw how depressingly sick i was and insisted that i go home right after my meeting with my assessor. after my assessment i sorted the things that needed to be sorted and thanked my boss. she also insisted that i not come the next day, and that i take the long weekend off and recover. i thanked her. and i thank God for her. God bless her and my other supervisors at the office.
so for the past two days i've been recovering. i got home from work on thursday and again, slept the whole day. couldn't move without immense pain jolting through my joints and muscles, let alone get up out of bed. i only get up to eat enough to be able to take the drugs the were supposed to make me feel better. they kind of made me feel worse because i haven't been eating properly and i think my stomach reacted to the medicine. it was horrible. friday was a bit better. much less body pain but more headache. every move i make sends a throbbing pain up to my head and its stays there throbbing for a few seconds and it settles down, it still hurts but it doesn't throb. i took a shower later that day and felt a bit better. i just waited for the day to end because i know the next day will be better. and now its saturday and i feel a lot better than i did on thursday. i still have a bit of a headache. and i have confirmed that i have ulcer because everytime i eat my stomach complains and forces me to sit and curl. but other than that im ok. i think i'll be in on monday. i just hope im well enough to take on the pressures of MONDAY!
Posted at 01:07 pm by
chokuLit
