The medicine might be doing the talking for now, the question remains just how long it will. Standing in line to vote, the sniffles started coming more frequently. By the time the polls closed and the nightly news started coloring certain states, the nose was running and the eyes were watering. When the anchors proclaimed that there hadn’t been any changes since 2000, the first round of decongestant medicine kicked in and I pushed myself under the sheets to try and escape the general aches and pains. I woke up at two in the morning; I woke up again at a quarter past four. The second time I woke up I went ahead and emailed work to tell them I wouldn’t be coming in, and by that time I joined the rest of the world in waiting to hear from Ohio.
By midday I was forced to take other medicine, that final bitter pill.
And I’ve been physically sick ever since, chasing Mucinex tablets down with sips of Tylenol Nighttime. This makes two days now that I’ve been out of work, but really four days in the past two weeks or so. Can’t say that I miss it! Can’t say that I’m savoring the day when I return because of the amount of work I’m sure will be piled up and waiting for me. The goal at this point is not to be in the same job a year from today.
I’ve gotta get moving though, I know it. Disappointment can so easily become depression and I can’t let something like that eat me up. I read the blogs for inspiration; I read the blogs to connect with like-minded people who, apparently, are in the minority. So be it. I think this one sums it up rather nicely:
so here's what's striking me/that some punk could argue some moral abc's/when people are catching what bombers release/i'm on a mission to never agree/here comes the argument – Fugazi, “Argument”
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