I'm too sexy for myself

I've been fighting a cold (or something) since before I went to Istanbul. It occasionally goes away, but when I woke up miserably sick AGAIN on Sunday morning and felt even worse by Monday, I decided it was time to just cave and go to the doctor in Jakarta for antibiotics.

I'd have just gone to the school's doctor, but every time I go into his office--even if it's just to fill a prescription from the vet for my cat, or to ask for some Tylenol for a headache--he diagnoses me as either being pregnant or having tuberculosis/cancer/the plague. Good times.

Some days I think he's as much of a real doctor as one of my coworkers claims to be. (I wasn't aware one could get a Ph.D. in pompous jackhole...but apparently one can, most likely from the Delusional University of Imaginary Degrees' College of Pompous Jackholes.)

Anyway, the doctor at S.O.S International Clinic sent me off with some antibiotics, cough syrup and nasal spray and told me to take it easy for another day. The medicine is finally starting to kick in, and I'll be fine to go back to school tomorrow, but I did stay home today.

While originally it was because I was still running a fever and feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, I really think it was probably best because in my present condition I'm just far too hot to be around teenage boys.

Seriously, with my red runny nose, puffy, watery eyes, hacking cough, raspy old man voice, incessant sniffles and (the hottest thing of all) prescription nasal spray, I'm waaaaaay too sexy to be out in public. Add in the pina colada-flavored lip balm I smeared all over my sore nose in lieu of Vaseline, plus my cowboy pajama pants and "Trust Me I'm A Ninja" t-shirt, and I can barely contain myself around myself.

Watch out, world.

*sniffle*

I'm so hot.

*sniffle, cough*

Yeah, baby.