oh, blurgh
i felt so crap and awful and achy and downright just plain dreadful at work that i had to resort to pretending to be a zombie at times to get through the shift, complete with muttered "rraaaaar, i want brains!" as i wandered unsteadily around, with my arms outstretched, searching for, well, brains
it's quite hard to be a productive team member when you're being a zombie, but i know i managed it with aplomb and professionalism. it's just a given
some of the extreme tummy hurtiness surely must be ascribed to the pink swiss neutral ball of abdominal torture and death
and some of the general all over terrible pain must surely be ascribed to disease, pure and simple. complete with T37.7C
(oh, and in case you WERE interested in the rest of the chirst stats for the evening: BP 119/78; P63 reg; SaO2 98%; pre void volume 608mL, post void residual 0 mL)
it goes without saying that the awesometer reading was off. the. charts.
as it always is, ptsscccchhhhhhh
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