Coming to you from somewhere under a white heap of Kleenex.

Hellllloooo.
I am just here at home, drowning in my own snot.  I'm wondering if the Mucinex I took to help with my chest congestion has possibly increased my nasal congestion?  Is that possible?  I should ask a nurse..
You should've seen how ridiculous I looked after work yesterday.  I had a fever and it's going on 9 pm and I'm standing at Walgreens where I'm absolutely shivering with chills and I'm staring at the 800 kinds of medicine aimed at mucous and all I could think is, I wish I had someone that knows what they're doing to help me choose here.  heh.  This must come from following too many doctors' orders. 

I was supposed to be at work today but I called in last night because of the fever.  I'm using PTO (paid time off) for today and it's dwindling and somehow that all makes me feel like a huge loser.  I've been whiney while feeling so sick and then berate myself for all the complaining.  Roommate's also getting sick again.  I think I'd built up a pretty good immunity to lots of this crap.  It's been a long time since I had all this upper respiratory junk. 

I'm watching Lydia make pasta.

When I'm well, my director said I can go shadow on the unit I put in for a transfer on. 
I hope that the unit and I will like each other. 
I am painfully ready for a new job.
My face hurts.
I'm wearing a hot flax pack on my neck.
I have a honey & herb ricola cough drop in my mouth.
I'm wearing this ugly blue shirt with black crows and trees on it and brown gaucho pants.
My hair is in a knot at the back of my head.
Last night I dreamt we were on an airplane and we were taking off and the airplane was...a convertible.  I buckled my seatbelt.
What is tumblr?  You share links/photos? 
I've been getting crazy bad headaches only on the left side of my head. 
I love watching people cook.
I have a mug of sleepytime tea and a roll of toilet paper.
last night I fell asleep with the laptop on my lap and almost dropped it on the floor.
In the middle of the night I woke up and spilled my gatorade all over the coffee table and my pants and the floor.
Check out this mama in her red dress.
Ahh. blueberry farm.
I'm ready to be well and when does spring come?