When it’s your day off and you have to handle your business:
So you wake up at 8am — Make your bed. Brush your teeth. Drink copious amounts of tea. Take a shower. Check the weather report. Get dressed. Start your scrubs & towels laundry. Have a quick chat with your BFF ATB. And race out the door.
(And that’s when you wonder where your whole morning went? And you suddenly realize you’re not feeling very well.)
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At 12pm — you make it to your own doctors appointment for your own B12 injection and refills on your prescriptions. And you mention how you’re not feeling very well, but you can’t afford to be sick because you CANNOT miss one single class or one single day at work, so your doctor feels your swollen glands and writes an RX for Levaquin too.
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Then you swing by your mothers house — to say hello, print out 33 pages of articles you need to read for English homework, thank your mother for new “magic” shoes, gush over her cool new piano, and steal some of her paper products.
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Drop off your prescriptions, fill your car with gas, go food shopping, and drive back to the pharmacy to pick up your much needed scripts. And then — unload your groceries, scripts and stolen paper products, before switching loads of laundry, cooking a quick meal, and taking your antibiotic.
(And that’s when you wonder where your whole afternoon went — because it’s already 5 o’clock and you feel like you’ve been run over by a truck; struggling to keep your eyes open just long enough to switch loads of laundry.)
And even though you really want to do your homework, and even though you really NEED to memorize your times tables — every muscle in your body aches you can barely hold a pen or sit up straight, let alone concentrate.
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So you ultimately decide to listen to your body and wait for the B12 and Levaquin work their magic — and then you climb into bed at 6pm, without finishing your laundry, or doing any of your homework, and pray on everything holy that you’ll feel better in the morning.
#Friday
