I'm officially not feeling well

I'm listless, may have a fever and runny nose. I called in 1 hr. sick today. I went to PT and they sent me home because they said I needed my chi to heal. Also I am seeing my Dr. at 2. They can't see me on the same day I see a specialist.

I am dragging. I went to bed at a reasonable hr. but I keep remember looking at the clock every hour not sure if I actually went to sleep. I left my cough drops at home and stopped at an Indian quick shop to get some more. I almost tossed the farm with the smell. My friend Hannah, the counselor, brought in some cookies and I couldn't stand the smell either. I have no appetite and feel nauseous. I've been nursing a cup of oatmeal since 10 and it's 1:30 now. I wanted something in my stomach to buffer the Motrin 800 I took.

This is the last week before spring break. Tomorrow is an in service day. I get to go and grade essays all day.

Last night I made a salad with romaine, cranberries, blue cheese, pine nuts, avocado and tomato with raspberry vinaigrette.. Almost didn't get that down either. I almost have this salad right. A little beet greens sealed the deal. Two bites and that was all. Probably not the best choice of food along with the cinnamon roll I gave into at the Farmer's market.

It's a rare thing when I don't want to eat. I'll take advantage of it since I split a zipper this morning on my pants.

Saw the Dr. she said to come back in 3 weeks. and get some tennis balls to self massage my spine.

I brought in cards for out administrative staff and the nurse's aide that has been putting patches on my back. She said it was going "above and beyond". So I gave her some peppermint soap too, homemade in Humboldt county.

Did you know my first pre 16 job was at the Buckeroo steak ranch. I used to greet people on the line with Howdy partner can I take your order? I got groped by the manager in the walk in frig. I went from there to Memco where I sometimes walked from school to work. Then I was a waitress in an Italian restaurant and got groped by the part owner. (Although Dad did go get him to collect my last check) I went on to be head resident of a dorm in college and my first job upon graduation was as a receptionist in an insurance co.
Those are called dues.