10 January 2008

Medically frustrated

By the end of third block today, I had nothing but the wispiest tendrils of a voice. Breath was a fleeting bit of pleasure that flitted by me once in a while. I had only my planning period left, so I checked with my principal and got permission to leave early to rest, then I left school and put a call into my allergist's office. After two hours, I hear from his nurse who tells me they'll call back soon to tell me what they can do for me. I take a nap. Thursday business hours end as I doze. There is no return call from my allergist or his nurse. It's ok. Restful sleep and breaths that fill my lungs with air are not necessities that are particularly urgent.

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