Showing posts with label bad day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad day. Show all posts

team plague

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

OMG....someone pls put me out of my misery right now. I don't usually like medication but what I wouldn't give for some right now.

So, fyi, this is a TMI warning.

So, various people have been succumbing to something I like to call team plague. Nobody knows what it is but one by one, we've all been getting it with diff levels of intensity. I've finally fallen victim to it and I think it could either be food poisoning or stomach flu. Either one is not much better than the other, really. Been feeling sick all last night and dinner finally made it's appearance this morning. Why can't food taste good coming back up as it does going down? Yurck. I hate throwing up :( What's worse is that I can't keep anything down and I have to constantly run to the bathroom, not knowing which end I'm going to put to use....if I don't end up using both. Liquid diet, here I come. I can't believe I was insisting on going out to the site this morning (mostly cos I was feeling possessive of my unit. lol).....what a disaster that would have been.

Hopefully this is food poisoning (since stomach flu supposedly lasts longer) and I'll be done with it in a day or two. otherwise, this is going to suck. ahhh, fml.

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bah.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

I guess today doesn't really qualify as terrible or horrible but it definitely was a no good, very bad day.

For some reason, I was a few minutes late for work even though I left at the usual time. This was followed by a day of cold winds (of course I left my extra jacket at home) and sheets of sand blowing in our faces (which I later brought home in my ears, hair and clothes). I was also late for practice since I managed to get lost in Palo Alto (how? I will never know. Especially since I've been to the field more times than I can remember!). Then I find out that two days of digging in a trench and pretending to be a contortionist should not be followed by rugby practice. Because if it hurt before, it hurt even more after. Not good.

But the pilsbury dough boy and my sister made it all better. I think it's cute when he gets poked in the tummy and giggles in the ads. And my sister always looks at me then giggles just like him. Usually when I poke her in the tummy too. Did I mention that tv is now a good friend of mine?

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