missing persons

Shannon was about to call in a missing persons report on account of my lack of social media communication over the past two days. I love that girl. And I am slightly embarassed that my lack of personal updates causes alarm. Perhaps I am too plugged in.

I am sick. Again. After literally just recovering from a 2 month long fight to the death with a combination of a sinus infection, bronchitis, and the flu. Just to get a flu shot last Monday and come down with the death again this week.

Which brings me to this morning. 

I collapsed on the floor of CVS, leaving the poor unsuspecting box boy unwrapping toilet paper in the aisle next to me to want to flee for his life. 

I have tried so many medicines over the past three months to fix what ails me that I know what I need. Except what I need requires a pharmacists signature, my state issued ID, and apparently a check on your sanity.

It was 7:35am. I was supposed to be at work 5 minutes ago. Instead I am literally crying on the floor of CVS because the cashier and the stock boy told me they can't sell me Mucinex D without the pharmacist there. Who doesn't come in until 8.  Which is 30 minutes past the time that I should be arriving to work. Which is also about 20 minutes past my breaking point.

I literally sat on the floor of the cold and flu aisle and sobbed. Mascara running down my face. Snot dripping from my nose. No tissues in hand, using my sleeve like a two year old to wipe it away. 

I can only imagine the shit that was going through the box boys head. I'm pretty sure he was scoping out for track marks or lesions on my face because there's no doubt he was convinced I was a meth addict. 

I just want to be well. I am tired of being tired all the time. Tired of having some kind of ailment  that leaves me feeling shittastic. This winter has kicked my ever loving ass. And while it's still warm in Florida, the germs that Kent brings home from teaching and the snotrockets that Smith licks at daycare seem to be attracted to me more than anyone. It's a joke at this point.  

At least I did manage to squeeze out an awesome invitation design for Nancy. Don't tell anyone that I had no bra on and tissues literally stuffed up my nose while I was doing it.