So, my uterus stopped stabbing me, the dizziness is very mild (except when I lie down), and now, now my body has decided that is the perfect time for a sinus affliction. Ow. That's all I'm gonna say. Ow. Too much pressure.

I called in, and I'm staying in bed with tissues and DayQuil.

It's past 11pm. His dinner just ended. He just called to tell me that no matter how gross I look and even though I have toilet paper plugging my nose, he's packed up some lunch for me for tomorrow, and he's coming over to drop it off.

Awesome, dude.

God, I wish I could call out tomorrow, too. Honestly, I feel no better than I did when I woke up this morning. I'm trying to treat my nose delicately as to not have the week-long post-cold scabby thing happen, but I think I'm losing the battle.

In other news, deliriouscat is a dork who writes haikus about nasal mucus. The end.