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Bleah
This was supposed to be my first day actually seeing patients in PG County.
I'm not there.
I felt a little under the weather yesterday, but not so much that I didn't want to go to English Country Dance. This morning when I woke up, I felt a bit ill as well. That's actually fairly common for me - I have a glitch in my anatomy which causes me to get nauseated on a fairly regular basis if my stomach is empty. Usually nibbling a few crackers takes care of it. So I had some crackers and a cup of tea, got dressed in my work clothes, and was rushing around trying to find my book so I'd have something to read on the train.
And then, suddenly, I was on my knees in the bathroom getting rid of the crackers, the tea, and ultimately everything I had ever eaten in my life.
It's a measure of how much I want this PG county job that my first thought was "Okay, now that I've thrown up I'll probably be okay to go to work." Sanity quickly reasserted itself, especially when I started feeling nauseated again about five minutes later. Just now it took me twenty minutes to muster the energy to get off the couch and pour myself a little warm Sprite, so I'm thinking I made the right decision.
Bleah. I hate being sick.
I'm not there.
I felt a little under the weather yesterday, but not so much that I didn't want to go to English Country Dance. This morning when I woke up, I felt a bit ill as well. That's actually fairly common for me - I have a glitch in my anatomy which causes me to get nauseated on a fairly regular basis if my stomach is empty. Usually nibbling a few crackers takes care of it. So I had some crackers and a cup of tea, got dressed in my work clothes, and was rushing around trying to find my book so I'd have something to read on the train.
And then, suddenly, I was on my knees in the bathroom getting rid of the crackers, the tea, and ultimately everything I had ever eaten in my life.
It's a measure of how much I want this PG county job that my first thought was "Okay, now that I've thrown up I'll probably be okay to go to work." Sanity quickly reasserted itself, especially when I started feeling nauseated again about five minutes later. Just now it took me twenty minutes to muster the energy to get off the couch and pour myself a little warm Sprite, so I'm thinking I made the right decision.
Bleah. I hate being sick.
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I hope you feel better soon, and get over this fast.
GAS: Have you tried candied ginger for nausea? I've found that it helps me if I'm feeling like that, at least to feel a bit better and get my stomach to settle.
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*hugs, sympathy and ginger tea*
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Oh no!
Rivka MacRivka, sick as can be,
couldn't get to PGC.
We would call the doctor, but the doctor's she!
Get that girl some ginger tea.
Ahem.
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Furthermore, for the first time ever i can order pizza online, so civilization has at last arrived. Well, assuming the mushrooms aren't canned.
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(Misha told me yesterday that my symptoms did not match up with anthrax. Or I would have been foretelling the doom of civilization myself.)
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i really hope it is good, because the pizza hut that delivers here was so bad, and dominoes is evil for some reason i forget, and the other place nearby uses canned horrible things, and the other place nearby has horrible rectangular things that they wrongfully name "pizza".
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