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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

I know why the Black girl screams

Yeah, I'll be out Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...The only thing worse than feigning interest at my job is being confined to my humble abode. While sick. I knew I was in for trouble this past weekend when I had to scrap my Sunday night ritual of seafood-topped pasta and wine in favor for split pea soup in preparation for HBO's must-see TV lineup. But instead of kicking back to relax, my throat felt drier than the Sahara and I was having a hard time getting into my groove because I was so damn aggravated with the oncoming discomfort. I'd been down this road before. The first time 3 years ago, again last year for a brief spell. But this was clearly on some next shit. By the time I woke up Monday morning, my tonsils swelled up to the size of golf balls and were covered with pus-filled patches which let me know the seasonal virus was back in full effect. Sufficiently grossed out yet? No? Well, it gets even better... since swallowing was now akin to a hors d'oeuvre platter of nuts and bolts, I turned into a drooling fool all over my house with only In The Kitchen repeats on the Food Network to twist the knife deeper. And speaking of food, today marks day 3 of a forced hunger strike. Mama said there would be days like this, but damn. Seeing the scale go down is the only consolation for feeling miserable.


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4 Comments:
Blogger ghettogeisha commented at 4/11/2006 04:36:00 PM~  

Girl, get them tonsils removed! I suffered all last year until I finally had them taken out in July. Made a world of difference. Now that they are gone my allergy situation has significantly improved.

Blogger Pearlie commented at 4/15/2006 06:29:00 PM~  

I hope you are feeling MUCH better by now and are fully enjoying the warm weather the Spring is blessing us with!

Oh..and if you like...come check me at my new spot. I'm still working out some kinks, but I'd love to have you swing by.

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