Halloweenie Tissues

I've had a headache since Friday - that's 4 days. I say that because apparently when you tell someone, like the Nurse at your Doctor's office that you've had a headache since Friday, it's not evident that you've had a headache for 4 days. You have to say, "4 days". This is how part of our conversation went:

NURSE: So now you have a headache?

[After listening to me explain that I caught a head cold and sore throat from a guy in our office who watches YOU TUBE all day].

ME: Yes. I've had a headache since Friday.
NURSE: How long have you had the headache?
ME: Uhhhhhhhh..... I've had a headache since Friday.
NURSE: How many days have you had a headache?
ME: Uhhhhh.....well, I've had it since Friday so...
NURSE: How many days?
ME: That would be...Friday....Sat Turrrr Daaay..... Sundaaaaaaaaahy....aaaaaeeeeennnnd.... Monday.....
NURSE: How many days?
ME: 4
NURSE: Okay, so you've had a headache for 4 days.
ME: Yes. Since Friday.

The good thing is, the Nurse gave me an appointment within 2 hours. I don't know why they make you jump through hoops and tell long stories. I'm sure someone else was on hold and passed out while I counted 4 days for the Nurse. Also, they were not that busy when I got there.

The other good thing is that I bought Halloween tissues for my desk at work. This relates because I am sick and because looking at these tissues is the only thing that doesn't hurt my head. I have named the red-headed blue witch, Ursula.

Take a picture...and other fine sayings...

The door to my new office at work sits midway in a long hallway. This hallway is not incredibly busy, but everyone in the office will walk down this hallway at minimum twice a day (if not to check their mail, then to use the kitchen or visit the head-honchos). I don't mind the location of my office, except for the FACT that most people will look into my office EVERY time they walk by my door. I'm not referring to a quick glance. I am describing a LONG, INTRUSIVE stare. The kind of stare one gives to a weird creature at the Zoo. Or a car accident. The kind of judgmental stare a god-damn-crotchety-nosy-busy-body-old-lady-grandma gives to her next door neighbor for no apparent reason.

My solution today has been to yell at each googly-eyed passerby "TAKE A PICTURE! IT LASTS LONGER!" So far no one gets it (as in no one has acknowledged that I might be yelling at them), but the yelling makes me feel better. Well, actually, it makes me feel like one of those chimps at the Zoo throwing their feces at the wall, but I imagine that those chimps feel better after hurling poo.