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October 07, 2004
I have a sore throat and it's all our landlords' fault. Our landlords live above us and since Sunday, have been blasting the heat at night. While we don't have central heat, we do have pipes running along our study room and bedroom ceilings and our bedroom, in particular, has been unbearably warm at night. Picture intense heat emanating from pipes a few feet away from your head. To provide some relief, we've been opening the window a crack and turning on our fan but end up cold by the middle of the night. Well, last night my throat decided it wasn't going to take any more of this abuse and I woke up in the middle of the night realizing it was sore--despite my attempts to battle it with my standard cold cocktails (ginger ale, Emer-gen-C, and echinecea), zinc tablets, and homeopathic cold medicine my throat (and nose) haven't seemed to get any better.
I knew when the temperatures dipped earlier this week that someone in my office would get sick but as I generally do not fall victim to falling temperatures I just assumed it would be someone else. No thanks to our dumb landlords however, it looks like it might be me.
Oh my god, someone please get me one.
Posted by Jennifer at October 7, 2004 09:07 PM