My 3-day physician-imposed vacay is over as of 8 a.m. Friday. Sigh. My fever was up again last night, so I called to talk to the nurse this morning. When she returned my call, she seemed very concerned with my froggy voice. It’s quite … unappealing. Not my usual husky, sultry Monique-has-a-cold voice. No, this is more like Monique has aged 50 years overnight after being a lifelong smoker. To make me feel worse, ANOTHER nurse called me this afternoon to check in on me, and the first nurse promised to call me Friday as well. But, sad to say, the doctor thinks that my “recovery” is about on track. Apparently, tonsilitis - strep + highish fever = I’m screwed. It will most likely be another week before I’m feeling tip-top. Yay.

While I was gone, some poor guy used my computer, as I’m about the only person on our floor with a full version of Adobe Acrobat. I have to warn him tomorrow to go to the doctor if he so much as coughs. He’s a cute kid, I’ll feel awful if he comes down with my ebola.

I was a slacker and didn’t make it to the post office to ship back my Netflix movies. So now I won’t get new ones until Monday, probably. I currently have some rather large late fees at the library — and an overdue book I still can’t find! — so perhaps it will be a Blockbuster weekend. I can’t imagine any of my friends wanting to spend much time with me. And I can’t say that I blame them. Sigh.

I know, I am unspeakably tragic.

Wait, doesn’t that mean I won’t speak of my tragaliciousness? Never mind then.

∗ Posted by Monique on 08.17.2006
∗ My life