If I am meant to have a significant other in this lifetime, then said significant other *must* be willing to squash every spider I find. Or every spider that finds me. Just sayin’.
I just squashed the little bastard that was scurrying across the counter.
The “dangers” of country life, I tell ya!
I have spent the whole day in my bed (Gram’s orders). I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink because I was so damn nauseous. But, now that I don’t feel sick to my stomach anymore I think I may be brave enough to try soup or something easy on my stomach.
She made coffee, too…..but only for her. I couldn’t drink it; but I could at least appreciate that it smelled so good.
Gram was sick like this the other day, so I’m thinking I got it from her. I can’t miss clinicals *at all* (they are so mandatory it isn’t even funny), so I’m happy and relieved I’m feeling better. The next two days are clinicals.
“Cock” or “dick” are much better. “Penis” is so clinical.
That’s how I feel about “vagina”. Way too technical. It’s a cunt. To me, anyway. =)
…Running low grade fever and very, very nauseous. .
Woke up several times in the night because of it.
…And can barely keep my eyes open. Plus, I feel very sick to my stomach.
Seriously debating whether or not to call in sick and stay home.
I feel like I’m going to throw up.