Sick Day 3 in 3-D

Once again i am home ill. So i figured i'd write the third installment of the sick day series. My longtime readers are familiar with this, but for you newbies, i'll break it down: i chronicle the events of my sick day. Yeah it's not too complicated, but then again what do you expect from a guy under the influence of two doses of nyquil?

This sick day is a carry over from yesterday. An early indication that i was in for a bad day was the pain in my right ear descending down the eustachian tube to my throat. (And no, Mom, i didn't go to an E.N.T. guy, maybe this winter when my reoccurring problem reoccurs i'll do something.) So fast forward to the title of this post and i wake up sick this morning.

Fortunately my calendar was light. A quick call into the office canceled everything. Two nyquil later and i am asleep on the couch til 1:00 when Erin woke me up to make sure everything was ok. Living with a nurse has its advantages.

Realizing that i was out of grape juice i had to make a decision, venture forth and obtain more or go back to sleep. Juice lust won so out i went complete with bed head and a KoDT T-shirt. Erin would be mortified to see me out and about dressed like some kind of homeless person, hopped up on Nyquil,


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(sorry, i dosed off there)

and driving my Lincoln. Quick tip, take your second dose on Nyquil after you get back from the store when going to get juice.

Knowing that i now had a full weekend supply of LoCal Grape Juice and Dextromethorphan HBr i returned home to watch Dr. Horrible, Commentary! The Musical. My faith in Joss Whedon, NPH, and the rest was well justified. I especially liked $10 Solo.

It seems that all is well in the world (or as well as things are likely to be with Obama and his cronies in charge of the Oconomy. [we'll return to this later]) and Cari has things well in hand at the office. So i think i'll sign off and return to my DXM induced psychedelic fever dreams.

Later

Bob


PS

Oh to be young and able to shrug these things off like a wet Hannah Montana towel. (There, this mention ought to pull you ahead of any former rail riders. You know who you are.)