Way to go Sicko

I didn't think this was going to be an issue, but I already got sick. After New Years, I developed a cough that I just couldn't tame. After my office kicked me out to go see a doctor, I dragged myself to Kaiser to deal with the asshole who had time to see me on short notice. Dr. Sheen told me that with bronchitis, which he apparently knew I had without looking at my sinuses or checking my stats, one should just 'ride it out.' WTF are you kidding me? I came to the doctor's office because it's my last resort before I have to be hospitalized with pnuemonia. After a tear or two he asked me if I thought medicine would work for me. I AM NOT A DOCTOR. You, sir, should be telling me how you fix this shit. After I said yes, he said "OK, how about three medicines. Will that be what you want?" No, asshole, I want what you usually prescribe people for nasty ass bronchitis coughs. My dad said I should have told him 800 pills of vicodin usually do the trick.

So after two and a half days of rest, I am back at work to let everyone in my office know that yes, I am still sick and I am not afraid of hacking a lung in the pblic sector. Shit, I like my sick days but I do not like the time spent at home without tasks to accomplish. Well, I snuck in one bike ride but I reaaallly had to move my ass around. Too much sleep makes me feel like a slug. My dad also told me I need to work on sleeping during appropriate hours in 2010. I stay up late mut still rise at 6am every damn day. Thanks, hungry wildabeast. No matter how sick I am, he will not be deterred from jumping and grunting on my chest until I feed him. He wakes at 5am and pesters until fed.

Medicine is making me ramble. I am so stoked for the three day weekend, so I am on high health alert for the next few days.