I am recovered from my surgery nicely. I haven’t taken the sterile strips off yet, but nothing is puffy or oozing or bleeding. And my pain from it is almost gone. I want him to do my next c-section*. However, I caught a case of what I call The Death from somebody (*cough* Chris** *cough*). I cannot sleep with the exploding head syndrome, and NyQuil doesn’t work. Here is the kicker. I still have a fever, and my throat is on fire, and my head wants to explode, but if I use more than 5 sick days in a row, I have to file for STD. I used my 5 sick days to recover from surgery, so I have to either see if I can get STD to cover a headcold or take vacation, so tomorrow I’m taking a vacation day to cover having one more day to shake off The Death.

*I’m not saying anything with that statement. Remember the 3-year implant in my arm. It is still there. I can feel it.

**My brother, Chris, since I know more than one.

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