How sick am I, exactly?

[ysobelle]

I'm bad enough, apparently, that Lauren-- who threw fits because I called out yesterday-- just sent me home today. I feel better, of course, but hell, I'll take it. I was getting that hot/swirly/somewhat deaf thing going on in my overwrought, over-pressurised skull, anyway.

But the shopping is done, and the dog and the cats and I are going to curl up and go comatose for a while.