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I woke up at 4am this morning. My head was pounding, my throat was
terribly sore, and I had a weak, hacking cough that produced the most
pathetic phlegm you'll ever not want to see. I felt like shit, in short,
and I had a hell of a time getting back to sleep. I called in sick, found
some old cough syrup with codeine, and finally fell asleep. I woke up around 11 am with a headache to rival the 4am one. I staggered into the kitchen, made some Cream of Wheat, realized I had no cokes (my version of coffee) and moaned. The headache was only going to get worse without a coke to stave off the caffeine depravation. I choked down the Cream of Wheat. Food hit my stomach like a lead ball, and I kept back several attempts by my body to vacate the stomach immediately. I tossed and turned in bed for an hour, listening to the wind pick up and get stronger and stronger outside. I knew I had to stagger to the liquor store around the corner soon, or it would be too late to rid myself of the caffeine portion of my headache... I pulled on sweats and a sweatshirt, and buttoned up my raincoat. It had just started to rain outside, and I shuffled out of my gate with my head down. It took a long time to go to the liquor store, as I couldn't take proper steps. The pressure of my body weight hitting the ball of my foot ricocheted up my leg, through my torso and racketed around in my head, making my headache that much worse. I longed for the days when David was not only by boyfriend, but unemployed as well; I would've sent him on this errand if I could've convinced him to go. I grunted at the guy behind the counter, walked directely over to the cokes, picked up a six-pack and plunked it on the counter with a grunt. He was dealing with his dairy delivery, and gave me the "in a minute" nod. I grunted again, picked up the six-pack and plunked it down again with more emphasis. He looked at me with a mixture of bewilderment and fear; he was familiar with the gesture, but he wasn't used to getting it from white girls jonesing for their daily brew of carbonated soda. Nevertheless, he rung me up without delay. I pushed my way out of the store. Once on the street, I rummaged in the bag and pulled out a coke. I popped it open and gulped down two good glugs of it before I started my long shuffle home, muttering to myself the whole way. People stared, but they got out of my way. The cokes did help the headache a little bit, but not the nausea or the sore throat. I'm thinking maybe the doctor tomorrow, if I don't feel any better soon. This is it for today, I think, but if I get a second wind I'll write you a nice synopsis of yesterday, which was one of those thouroughly pleasing days that had good conversation, nature, much too long of a hike, a sunset in good company, a mutual dinner and, near the end, the onset of this flu. Aren't you excited? I was. | ||
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