Sick Again!

It seems like once I shake off one illness, another one creeps right back! I had to miss work two weeks ago from food poisoning, and I've missed at least 3 other days since I started 6 months ago. I don't know what's "normal" for sick days-- my company's policy is that you should just not come in when you're sick-- but I would almost feel better knowing how much is too much.

Purely from the motivation of wanting to feel better, it feels like it's been too much.

I usually struggle during the first year of anything, when I think back to it (freshman year of college was especially rough) but I've never been in a position where I put extra stress on myself feeling guilty about being sick. If I missed a class in college, I was wasting my own money. Missing a half day of work is wasting someone else's.

So it's been a desperate scramble these past few days. The best part of living alone is that I can come home, shower, and immediately throw on a breath-right strip and gargle away. My apartment is a disaster of laundry and dishes and tissues, and no one has to put up with that. But now I'm out of juice, and it would be nice not to have to make my own dinner.

More importantly-- where can I find a down-on-her-luck prostitute that will brush and dry my hair? It is my least favorite thing to do. I don't know what the going rate is for Youngstown ladies of the night, but if someone was looking for some honest cash I would pay good money for someone to bring me a blanket and pat me on the head. I might just be looking for a personal care aide, but that seems extreme.

Anyways, trying to follow in the infinite wisdom of Barney Stinson: