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catscradle Dec. 8th, 2003 01:30 pm)
catscradle Dec. 8th, 2003 01:30 pm)Well, I'm back to work for the first day since my bout with the flu. My words of wisdom to the masses: Get your flu shot now if you haven't already. This is about as sick as I've ever been. Got this bug the day after Thanksgiving And I'm still not up to 100% yet. Missed a week of work, which means I'll be spending a chunk of sick leave and vacation to make up for it =P Don't mind the sick leave, but I don't relish the thought of digging into the vacation time for the flu.
Had a high grade fever for about 4 days and spent the nights sitting on the couch trying to tough it out because I couldn't sleep. Spent a few of those nights trying to puzzle out non-exsistent riddles because my mind was racing. Anyone ever get that? The brain hooks into some nonsense and tries to figure it out? I only do that with high grade fevers. In the daytime, I know it's nonsense, but at night it seems pretty important. I did this many years ago when I had just been introduced to St. Anselm's proof for the exisitence of God - my brain never did quite recover from that one.
Then there was the night I made the mistake of watching Cat Ballou and I couldn't get the banjos out of my head. So my brain is racing to the sounds of dueling banjos. Christ, you don't know insanity until banjos are involved, let me tell you. Feel free to use that as a sig quote.
Had a high grade fever for about 4 days and spent the nights sitting on the couch trying to tough it out because I couldn't sleep. Spent a few of those nights trying to puzzle out non-exsistent riddles because my mind was racing. Anyone ever get that? The brain hooks into some nonsense and tries to figure it out? I only do that with high grade fevers. In the daytime, I know it's nonsense, but at night it seems pretty important. I did this many years ago when I had just been introduced to St. Anselm's proof for the exisitence of God - my brain never did quite recover from that one.
Then there was the night I made the mistake of watching Cat Ballou and I couldn't get the banjos out of my head. So my brain is racing to the sounds of dueling banjos. Christ, you don't know insanity until banjos are involved, let me tell you. Feel free to use that as a sig quote.
