12:31 P.M.
I stopped by the office to pick up some forms I could work on from home while I�m out.
Everyone welcomed me back and Edith was quick to tell me that I looked like, �Death warmed over.�
Where the hell did that quote originate from anyway?
Does it date all the way back to the days where the plague was wiping out human existence?
Who knows?
After I said hello to everyone up front, I made my way back to my desk to work on some of the pending issues that have been keeping me awake at night.
I spent about 25 minutes in front of the computer and my right arm went limp.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!
I had shooting spasms in the muscles in my back and felt as if I wanted to just lay down after 20 minutes of sitting at my desk.
This isn�t good.
That silly comment kept lingering and dancing around my mind.
I feel like crap on a stick!
Wherever the comment originated, I guess it doesn�t matter. It doesn�t change the way I look. And her comment has confirmed, I look the same way that I feel and I�m not ready to go back to work just yet.
