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2017 one thing a day

Day 013

Friday the 13th is really living up to its name–my thyroglossal cyst invited the throat infection in to party and let’s just say things got a little explosive. I’m now up to my eyeballs in antibiotics.

The doctor also gave me a sedative of sorts, which makes doing anything borderline impossible. Ah, sweet delicious sleep. It’s almost as if I’m trading throat soreness with eventual bed sores.

2021 edit–
Dude, I got sick again?? WTF. COME ON. It’s only been a week! Pretty sure 2017 was the height of my dedication to being fit and all that jazz.

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2017 one thing a day

Day 009

It’s only nine days into the new year and I’ve already blown my quota at mentally cursing out project managers who are half baked and have absolutely no fucking clue at what they’re doing and/or asking for. I cannot emphasize no fucking clue enough. HOW DID THESE PEOPLE EVEN GET JOBS?? Again, a project manager should be able to do more than just reply emails and draft up briefs in PowerPoint.

Having to deal with abhorrent crazies early in the morning makes me unnecessarily violent and sends me into fits of uncontrollable coughing.

I might be jumping the gun here, but as a PSA to everyone working with a front end developer for anything, CSS is not the same thing as PSD. For fuck’s sake. If you’re working in a digital agency, you REALLY SHOULD KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.

So much for complaining less and embracing the world’s positivity. I will do better tomorrow.

2021 edit–
Well, the zen in my flow aged poorly.

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2017 one thing a day

Day 005

All my plans were disrupted because my body started producing the most foul-smelling, wretched-tasting, nasty-looking phlegm in fashionable shades of regurgitated seaweed green and trampled pollen yellow. Talk about getting the seasonal rejects.

The running joke is that I fell sick after attending a wake because my chi wasn’t strong enough. The other theory is that I absorbed too much death and my body is still learning how to wield its power.

Or it could really just be because someone wouldn’t stay home to recover while he was ill!

2021 edit–
On the bright side, at least it wasn’t COVID. Too soon?