I hate this.
No, not my New Year's Resolution, although I have had to pitch in another 50 cents for Crimes Perpetrated Against the English Language.
It's the fact that Katie's sick. She's been sick all week. Sinus congestion, headaches, sweating, all that good stuff. And there's nothing I can do about it. I want to help, but I don't know what to do. She can't tell me what I can do to help, either, because, in all honesty, there's nothing that can be done. Considering what's wrong with her, it's basically a waiting game... wait and hope it goes away on it's own.
I don't like waiting. I just want it gone.
And I blame her job. She was perfectly healthy those two weeks before this past week when she was on vacation. The day she goes back, she gets sick. Our theory is that she's allergic to work. Can you get workman's comp for that? Heh.