Woke up this morning with hopes of finally getting back to the swing of things. The only issue was... still feeling feverish and my cough has now developed into something that mimics a 3 pack a day smoker. Even though I feel like the "walking dead" or better yet like the roses I have in our bedroom......
I decide I must facilitate a plan.
1. GO to the Walk-in Clinic
2. Stop at Java Joes to purchase a Morning Glory Cranberry Bran Multi-grain high Fibre SUPER Large Muffin and a medium Decaf Coffee topped with skim milk hot bubbly froth
3. GO directly to work!
New lavender ruffled top, new black long sweater, new lavender belt and a pair of new buckled black high boots. Totally stunning outfit for my "cubicle". I often wonder why I get dressed up for work. I could actually just go in my pajamas because no one ever sees me in my hidden box. The only person that really walks by is the Building and Facilities guy who checks the temperature. This happens twice a day. Twice a day B & F guy comes around and checks the temperature. I like to play tricks on him. He checks the temperature in the morning.....and then.....as soon as he leaves I change the temperature control. Why? Because it is ALWAYS freezing. Summer and Winter.....freezing. So he walks away with his pencil and notepad. He has jotted down the reading, and everything checks out. A few hours later he comes back to do the same thing.......but this time he can't figure out why the temperature has changed so dramatically. I often see him shaking his head and I just walk by and say HI!!! I notice him fiddling with the control and as soon as he is out of sight I tip toe over and touch it quickly and RUN. Isn't it better in the Bahamas?
Back to the plan. I get dressed. Check myself out. I look pretty cute for a "walking dead person". As I put my coat and scarf on I am sweating like a pig. This is not good because now I have to go out in sub-zero temperatures and actually drive somewhere. I decide to go back to my favorite walk-in next to my local neighbourhood independent pharmacy. I like that clinic. I discovered this place last August when I was "Clinic hopping". A description of a WALK IN CLINIC: A perpetual waiting room filled with a multitude of infectious diseases...if you're not sick walking in you will be walking out.