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Only take candy from strangers

Within minutes...I've got a sore throat, headache, achy body and the chills (when I'm almost always the sweaty girl). I've gotten my usual February sinus infection. Yes my body and immune system are high maintenance. Last year it hit on Valentines' Day, which was such a bummer for all the eligible bachelors trying to take me out. This year it came a little earlier, right after a quirky student gave me a sheet of paper posing as a lab report with "immunizations" on it (long story which ends in a courtesy laugh and new addition to the refrigerator door).

After a 15 hour bed sesh, not as fun as it sounds, I got up to let the apartment maintenance guy in to fix our warped side door. Apparently there isn't anything in San Diego that can handle rain! I told him I was sick (as if my haggard appearance didn't speak volumes) and went back to sleep while he worked.

About 30 minutes later I woke up to the ridiculous noise of the apartment above me being "demo-ed" and the man fixing my door yelling, "hello?!" over and over again. I stumbled out into the living room.

With a miniature bottle of Advil in his hand...and broken English:
"You need this?"
"Oh no thank you, I have...medicine."
"You say you are sick. So I go to get this out of my car."

Although I appreciate the offer, I don't take pills from strangers...just candy.

Comments

thiakaren said…
Oh poor thing feel better and thankfully your momma raised you right. But it was kinda sweet of him to ask? Eat good,rest and no chores! (that doesn't really help but I like to throw it in) Hugs Karen~

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