mom calls me before bed, and i suddenly am having issues breathing, just from having conversation. i'm SO dreading work tomorrow. 9 am, walking to work in the cold for a half hour (at least it's downhill...), then doing nothing but TALKING until 5 pm or later.
and that's if i don't get there and discover that the coworker i had begged to change shifts with isn't there, still thinking she's working at 9 am.
and my lungs ITCH. weirdest freaking feeling.
in talking to my mom tonight, and her just getting over the same thing (though on a higher scale), it's good to know that feeling extremely old and fat is also a symptom. or, at least, older and fatter than usual.
i still don't know what i'm wearing tomorrow night. blargh.
