Sick Day 2:

Not by choice mind you.

I woke up at the usual 5:00 am. Ate my usual bowl of Scooters and banana. Then stood for a good 5 minutes alternately gazing at my shower and my bed. Which would it be? The pain in my throat persisted, but not as bad as prior night. Should I go or should I stay? I decided to decide in 10 mins.

Then it was 6:30

I went at 7:00. I was home by 7:45.

My boss decided, in the best interest of all in a good health standing, that I should leave and make sure I wasn't carrying strep. Fine I can deal with that. I wanted the money, but there isn't much I can do.

So I borrow Kim's car (Kim being Jerome's sister who is with us for the week while the older brother takes Jerome's car to KC for his honeymoon), drop of my roomie at work, and go in search of the infamous walk-in clinic. Walk-in clinic because student health is in transit; Union to Weist. Darn you student health!

Needless to say what followed was a mildly stressful search across town and back which for all intensive purposes was fruitless. Fruitless as in they only take walk-ins between 5:00 pm and 9pm. Thus I am left with an unidentified agent of death residing in my throat and a job that I can't go back to until I identify said agent.

So I'm blogging to while away the time.

Luv,
Clay