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Aaah, the joys of being ill.

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Aaah, the joys of being ill.

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Not drop-dead ill, at least. But my guts are quite in an uproar. And I'm experiencing weirdness of temperature: currently, it's 60 degrees out. Reasonably, I have my bedroom window open, as the forecast high for today is 88 degrees.
60 degrees, fully clothed.

And I'm shivering. After waking 2 hours ago to a symphony of digestive distress that seemed to suggest I had been eating needles, pins, and small sharp stones instead of the reasonable food I had today and yesterday.

And the department's a bit shorthanded, so I can't really take time off. I wish I could. Dammit.
  • Feel better. :(
  • They'll be shorterhanded once you give them what you've got...

    (But regardless, feel better)
  • *offers Matzah Ball soup*
    It's good for your tummy, dahling, tawtalah. [/Jewish Mother].
  • When you eat raw meat, you get intestinal parasites.

    That's just the way it works.
    • To spare everybody else's more delicate sensibilities, this is a different set of symptoms.
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