I'm sick in the head

Today I am sick, my head feels like it's full of cotton wool, and I feel as if it's about to explode in a rain of mucus and snot...nice!

I was supposed to go for a run with Adam today which I was really looking forward to, but I couldn't stay at work any longer I had to go. Customers were starting to ask me to repeat myself a lot. For instance where I would normally ask 'Do you want glass cover?' it sounded like 'do ou vant ass cover?' I wonder what that would insure you against? Hemorrhoids, anal leakage, a prolapsed rectum?...now there is a picture in my medical dictionary you don't want to see twice!

On a more pleasant note my Dr has given me tomorrow off work, so I'll just rest up and hope that I'll be ok to do the run on Sunday. Screw it, even if I'm badly disfigured in a freakish garden hoe incident, I'm still going to do it. Dirty Hoes...ok, the pain medication I've taken for my aching face is kicking in, can you tell? The crazy talk is starting...better go off to bed before I start on about fecal digiting...my new favourite medical term.