I have bronchitis. It is awful.
My lungs are seizing up, I am exhausted from coughing, I feel incompetent and therefore depressed, and my whole body aches.
I blame it all on the ex, for the emotional duress he put me through over the weekend.
I'm missing Steve like crazy. He is working in North Carolina for the rest of the week, and I really just want him to come home now. For the last three days I have been crying and coughing - sometimes I get confused which is which.
Then, disaster struck yesterday. Doused up on flu medication, I took Steve's car to work and fucking scraped the side of the car across a pole. Fuccccccccccckkkkk. It's only a little dent, and scrapings of paint, but will cost me R2000 in cold hard cash. Amateurism. How can I be so dumb?? Steve took it amazingly well, since the car is his baby. So I don't need to move to Chad just yet. I am SUCH a moron though.
IN the meantime, my boss is pissing me off. I only came in today because I need to catch up. And, although I am coughing my germs everywhere, my antibiotics are strewn over the desk and I am cleraly in unwell, he piles even more work for me to do.
Seriously. If I bite his head off, it won't be the worst thing.