Annnnndddd ...

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the raging cold turned into pneumonia.

Sigh.

It was a nice two days working, anyway. It was terrifying to call in sick on day three.

Hopefully, one more day and home and I'll be ready to get back in there.

Comments

belann said…
Praying for a speedy recovery.
January 25, 2010 at 10:12 AM
Stephanie said…
Yuck! Hope you feel better soon. That's frustrating that you have to miss work when you just barely started.
January 25, 2010 at 1:49 PM
Amara said…
eat your greens Loise --(and your antibiotics)
January 25, 2010 at 9:06 PM
Mike and Emily said…
Rude!!! I hope you feel much better muchly soon!
January 26, 2010 at 10:35 AM
eden said…
so sorry dej. get well soon!
January 27, 2010 at 9:00 PM
Annie said…
Deja! I use google reader and since you went private it stopped showing me when you update your blog, so I thought you stopped writing on it! I'm so glad I figured out that you are still blogging!I just spent awhile trying to catch up. Get well!
January 28, 2010 at 1:16 PM
Genevieve Beck said…
I'm so sorry that hit at such an inconvenient time! I'm hoping you're feeling better now and can get more and more into the routine.
January 28, 2010 at 4:47 PM
Jan said…
I'm delighted your back in the public domain. I missed reading about your life. I was sheepish about requesting to be a part of your 'private' life. At any rate, I'm, like I said, delighted to have you back in the public domain and even more delighted that you're happy in your new job. Way to go!
January 31, 2010 at 11:27 PM
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