I didn't die yesterday. No one was physically hurt. My soulmate didn't call it quits. My family is happy and healthy. God still thinks I'm lovely. Yesterday could've been so much worse. So this is the day after. I went to my office for 9am. Don't get me wrong, I still feel like death and I certainly look it. I'm even more pale, if you can imagine, and my eyes are dull. But I have responsibilities and I'm not going to turn them aside just because I'm feeling unwell. I've got a conference call at 2:30 and some paperwork to file from my trip to Alexandria yesterday.
Well, that was the plan anyway. My boss took one look at me and said I already look like I've lost weight and to go home. So I did what every girl who gets an empty ring box for valentine's day should do. I went to the nearest pharmacy, bought some drugs, some chicken noodle soup, and a box of chocolates. And now I'm at home in my fuzzy slippers on my way to being overmedicated.
As for the car, $526 for a new bumper.
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I'm with you on the chicken noodle soup and chocolates, but I have to do my flip-flops because my feet sweat in slippers. And ouch on that bumper price! ec
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