Ho hum,
It sucks to use sick leave when you're actually sick, man. I'm breaking the unspoken code of black folks with leave everywhere right now. Please ya'll, don't revoke my ghetto pass. Even tho' I'm not ghetto, I'm quite saavy in things that are indeed ghetto and cherish them deeply...even if they are...well, ghetto. My ears are a bit better, right ear is still ringing, but I still can't hear like I should be able to. All the ear infections I've had, and I've never had any hearing loss until now. THIS SUCKS!!! Imagine being in an important meeting like I was yesterday for an hour and a half and only being able to hear about 33%- 50% of what was said. I'm like a major factor in this thing we're doing, but ain't quite sure what we're doing. I mean, I can figure out the obvious, but to be on top of my game, I need to know intricate details. I'm sitting in the meeting nodding my fuckin' head like a damn yes man, trying not to bring any attention to the fact...I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!! And you know how people crack little corporate/office jokes and drop their voices because they want to be heard only by the parties present, not "the man"? Oh, there was a lot of that. I just smiled on cue because I didn't want to be saying "Huh?" every five seconds.
Why are you asking me questions in that low monotonous voice...I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!
Sheesh...can't wait til I can hear again, I will cherish it so much.
PS- If I ain't at Java Head tonite to do my teen angst poems that perhaps nobody has ever heard, someone who has Babylon Songs can at least read the two joints from the very beginning of the the book, seeing as tho' those were indeed written in high school. In which case, I'll put one or two up in the next couple of days in this good ole journal for you to scoff at...aight? You guys clown tho', and I'm writing one about you!
Peace!