Rising From The Dead...

... well, sort of. Ok, so apparently my welcome back to America gift was a cold. A cold that rapidly turned into a sinus infection that is really trying to defy all medical treatment. I went from feeling miserable to feeling miserable and taking antibiotics to still feeling miserable to taking a second dose of antibiotics and feeling nauseous. That's right, I'm midway through round two. And still not feeling 100%. Stupid sinus infection.

To top it all off, I worked an EMT shift this weekend. Normally I can push on through these, even not feeling well. But, of course, my headliner patient of the day was a sweet little old lady who was throwing up. Let me tell you, if there's one thing that's worse than feeling nauseous, it's feeling nauseous and having someone throw up in front of you. Into a paper bag. Note to all of you barfers out there: the preferred barf recepticle is a plastic bag. At one point, the bottom dropped out and I then helped her search for her false teeth that had gotten lost in the excitement.

Sometimes I love my life.