Sick

I hate being sick. So last week some jackass at rob’s work decided to not call in and came to work sick. He gave the Black Death to rob who in turn gave it to me. I am not pretty when I am sick. So on Thursday I had school and work and the only thing I wanted to do was go home and die. Friday I was just as bad but thankfully I didn’t have to be to work until 2:30 and I got to sleep in. What REALLY sucked is we got a majorly nasty dog at work. It was a dog that had untreated ulcerated masses that needed to be flushed out and could be smelled from across the room. I actually started to rethink this plan of mine to become a vet tech as I tried my damdest to keep my lunch down. The fact that I could smell it through the nasal congestion of the Black Death made feel bad for the people in the room with full use of their noses. At one point I managed to inhale the downy freshness of my scrub top but that only lasted a split second. It was awful. One of the other assistants said it was the worst she had had to deal with in the time that she had been there. I will be happy if I never have to smell something that foul ever again, but in this line of work you know I will. The dog by the way is all cleaned up and will be scheduled for surgery to remove and closed up after a nice stint on antibiotics. Saturday I had to work as well but only for an hour and a half at 5pm. The snotty little Min Pin peed on me though. So I slept around my work schedule on Saturday and did my best to sleep on Sunday. So here I am on Monday night in my class still sick. I am getting better and I have school in the morning. I hope I will be able to make it. I have plans (I think) to go out for beers with Bill tomorrow night. I am planning on taking a nap between 330 when I get home from school and 11pm when Bill will be done with work. I don’t have to be at school until 6pm on Wednesday so I should be fine…. Right?

And I still have NO IDEA what I am wearing to Kate’s wedding