Being sick blows.
Cancelling plans to go out on your birthday because you’re sick blows.
Calling into work sick on your birthday blows.
Not being able to do anything all day because I called in sick to work blows.
I think I was in denial this morning when my alarm went off cuz I told Adam I was feeling better and going to work. Reality? My eyes feel like they’re borderline squinty cuz they’re so puffy and my throat feels like it’s going to bleed because it hurts so much when I talk. Okay, I’m being over dramatic but I’m allowed. I’m sick on my birthday again… more sick then I have been in the past. I have an idea. How about we move my birthday to sometime in October from now on?
On an up note: I got the cutest call last night. Pauline called me and after some brief small talk she had me hang on. All of a sudden I heard a giggle and “you do it with me!” then she and Seanie broke out into singing Happy Birthday. It made me big happy to hear his voice on the other end of the phone.