alive again!
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2012.12.05
I've just been through a really bad three-day patch of fever, nausea, sore everything, and exhaustion. I left a message for my boss this morning (the second day of work that I wound up missing) and imagined that I sounded like a crocodile.
All of this came about because a few weeks ago I told myself, "Hmm, looks like you haven't had a sick day in eight months!!"
But the best part, when I could finally keep down some fluids, and was sipping an unchilled mix of saline rehydration stuff from our emergency kit and flat cola, was that I'd completely missed out the last two days that my family are in town. Hmmph.