Pre-emptive health whinging! How can you skip it?

[muckefuck]

Every year about this time I get sick. Either before Bear Pride (thus ruining it) or after (an inevitable consequence of kissing dozens of men from around the world). This year, I'm determined it will be the latter, so I've tried to be conservative in my behaviour. Yeah, I was a little stupid staying up till midnight last night, but I will hurry home after class tonight and get plenty of sleep. For real! I'm trying to eat well, drink a lot, take multivitamins, and avoid walking around underdressed. No matter how sunny it is, there's always an overshirt and a scarf in my bag.

So when I got to the desk today and my shiftmate told me, "I don't think I'm contagious," my reaction was, "If I catch what you have I will TOTALLY kick your ass." He smiled weakly. I'm like, "No, I'm serious. My boyfriend gets back Friday night after two weeks in Oregon and we're celebrating his birthday. If I'm sick, I will find out where you live and cut you up into little pieces." "Well, you already know where I work." "I'm not going to wait the whole weekend to kick your ass."

Of course now I'm hypochondriacally interpretting ever natural aftereffect of my lack of sleep as evidence of an emerging malady. I want to rush to my pillbox and proactively swallow one of everthing in it. I want to go home and sleep this instant.

Perhaps I should go kick his ass now while I still have all my strength.

Edit: ACK! I had to touch the mouse he used! I'm doomed! Head...so...woozy...

Comments

[go-wade-in.livejournal.com]

orange juice will take care of everything. drink a liter.