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Gotta love the codeine...
Jan. 27th, 2006 12:24 pmOk, so day 2 of not doing shit. The problem isn't that I'm sick, it's that the drugs to make me not wish to die because breathing hurts are really just knocking me the hell out. I have a choice-be functioning and unable to breathe, or be non-functioning and able to breathe. I go with #2. Actually, the drugs aren't even helping much with the pain, they're just helping me be unconscious. At least I really got off lucky for Fridays this semester. No classes to teach or to take. I find this excellent.
I didn't teach my class yesterday...I intended to, but when I got to campus, about all I could do was stand and wheeze-and even that was taking effort. I dropped a note in the prof's mailbox and told him I wouldn't be showing up. So far, no angry hate-e-mail or phone calls. No curious e-mail from Dr. Obare either about why I played hooky from class, although Mariana saw me on Wednesday (in fact, she spent most of her time telling me to go to the damn doctor, as I looked like shit), so the good news has likely spread. This is just really strange...I can't do anything much more strenuous than walking my apartment, although I got bored and ended up cleaning my bedroom in small energy spurts. Possibly I could have done homework, but I'll save that for later today. I need a shoe rack. I am acquiring a shoe collection (more accurately, I keep tripping over my growing shoe collection). I'm sure my high-school friends would be proud of me. :p But I digress, and need to leave.
I didn't teach my class yesterday...I intended to, but when I got to campus, about all I could do was stand and wheeze-and even that was taking effort. I dropped a note in the prof's mailbox and told him I wouldn't be showing up. So far, no angry hate-e-mail or phone calls. No curious e-mail from Dr. Obare either about why I played hooky from class, although Mariana saw me on Wednesday (in fact, she spent most of her time telling me to go to the damn doctor, as I looked like shit), so the good news has likely spread. This is just really strange...I can't do anything much more strenuous than walking my apartment, although I got bored and ended up cleaning my bedroom in small energy spurts. Possibly I could have done homework, but I'll save that for later today. I need a shoe rack. I am acquiring a shoe collection (more accurately, I keep tripping over my growing shoe collection). I'm sure my high-school friends would be proud of me. :p But I digress, and need to leave.
