Sure. Tell boss I'm pregnant.
So what? So, he'll understand why you can't help unload the van?
why you may need to lay down in your car for 15 minutes at lunch?
Why you can barely hold your head up and food down?
So he can be happy for you?
"God DAMNIT, Fairlight".
Oh yeah, nice response. What a sensitive, kind man.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
downtime
I know I know, no posts. No polaroids.
What kind of a misleading blog is this?
I've been a little under the weather. for almost a month now.
I've been a lump on the couch. I spend most of my time trying valiantly not to throw up.
Trying to entertain myself with television shows- CSI Miami, Top Chef, House of Rock, MTV- man there is a lot of trash on TV, and I have been catching up on it.
It hit me hard when we left for Canada. When I think of that vacation, only last month, I feel sick at the mere thought of how nauseated I was. A sickly green feeling taints every moment spent in Marcia's beautiful kitchen, in an air conidioned Subaru driving through bright green forest, laying on the grass by a beautiful but disgusting smelling lake that no one else seemed to smell. Normally I would enjoy the feeling of the warm humid air as I walked through lovely old neighborhoods of brick houses lined with huge leafy trees and flower gardens. But I felt sick. One more step, don't pass out. don't barf. must get back and lay down.
Thank god we have so many people to watch Zoe, because I just can't do it. I'm dizzy all the time.
I barely made it to the airport in Ottawa. I just wanted to go home. I nearly lost the little breakfast I could choke down while waiting in the customs line. I barely ate anything that whole week, and once we got home it was like a hunger strike. Nibble on crackers? Euw. cereal? blech. Toast? I can't get it over my tongue. And so it went. The less I ate, the worse I felt, the worse I felt, the harder it was to eat.
I can't leave the couch, how am I going to go back to work? I have to tell my boss what's going on.
What kind of a misleading blog is this?
I've been a little under the weather. for almost a month now.
I've been a lump on the couch. I spend most of my time trying valiantly not to throw up.
Trying to entertain myself with television shows- CSI Miami, Top Chef, House of Rock, MTV- man there is a lot of trash on TV, and I have been catching up on it.
It hit me hard when we left for Canada. When I think of that vacation, only last month, I feel sick at the mere thought of how nauseated I was. A sickly green feeling taints every moment spent in Marcia's beautiful kitchen, in an air conidioned Subaru driving through bright green forest, laying on the grass by a beautiful but disgusting smelling lake that no one else seemed to smell. Normally I would enjoy the feeling of the warm humid air as I walked through lovely old neighborhoods of brick houses lined with huge leafy trees and flower gardens. But I felt sick. One more step, don't pass out. don't barf. must get back and lay down.
Thank god we have so many people to watch Zoe, because I just can't do it. I'm dizzy all the time.
I barely made it to the airport in Ottawa. I just wanted to go home. I nearly lost the little breakfast I could choke down while waiting in the customs line. I barely ate anything that whole week, and once we got home it was like a hunger strike. Nibble on crackers? Euw. cereal? blech. Toast? I can't get it over my tongue. And so it went. The less I ate, the worse I felt, the worse I felt, the harder it was to eat.
I can't leave the couch, how am I going to go back to work? I have to tell my boss what's going on.
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