March 26, 2007
And In the Careful-What-You-Wish-For File
Over the past couple of weeks, I've had an on-again-off-again romance with a low-grade fever.
Annoyed that I was tired and unfocused, but at the same time, not really sick, I found myself wishing I'd just get well, or be flippin' sick enough to stay home from work already, dammit!
Lo, I have been smited.
Not only am I sick enough to stay home from work, I'm sick enough to drown if I don't remain in an upright position. I'm sick enough to warrant actual pity from my husband. (The one who didn't think his massive staff infection was anything to worry about -- remember?)
I'm sick enough that I still haven't cleaned up from Spikette's birthday party last night. And you know how I feel about a messy house.
In the Pros column, I can't taste a damn thing, so hocking up phlegm wads isn't as heinious as one might think. I'll have to write that one down in my Gratitude Journal.
Comments
I had something simiar last week, laid me out for two days. Nyquil saved me. Plus gave me great dreams!
Posted by: Marty at March 26, 2007 11:31 PM