I really thought about calling in sick, but I didn't.
I should have though.
I went in to work. I tried!
But the longer I was there the worse I felt. I got to the point where I thought they were going to find me face down in the laundry cart I was searching. I was soaked in sweat and my head was pounding.
I gave up and went home.
Even typing this is hard work. My hands feel like they weight ten pounds apiece.
I believe I'll go to bed.
A report on grumpy me - *Forget about my husband; this is all about me. It's been a strange week of little things going wrong.* *A cap came off a tooth, a cap which can probably ...
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