I felt the beginnings of it Tuesday- bleary eyed, warm forehead, sore throat. By the time I’d gotten out of work, gone to the bank and done my grocery shopping, I was longing for bed. The next morning when I woke up, I tried to tell myself I could go into work but really, who was I kidding? It wasn’t like I was FULL BLOWN sick but sometimes you have to make the decision to cut it off at the pass.
So, I called in sick.
I proceeded to spend too much time on the computer, watch the tail end of The View (ohmygod no that show PAINS me), and do two loads of laundry. Bonus to staying home sick? No one is around hogging the washers and dryers. I took medication and proceeded to fall asleep for two hours. That never happens unless I am sick.
I had the intention of accomplishing Christmas-related chores but the pull of the couch was too strong. Its magnetic force would pull me back each time I’d rise to accomplish something. It’s weird how you can lose an entire day to pajamas, bad TV and the couch.
I feel better today but am still going to take it easy. I cannot afford to get sick. I have THINGS TO DO. At least I (fingers crossed, knock on wood) won’t go through what I went through last year. The head bandage was just not sexy.
Tomorrow it might snow in Seattle. While excited at the prospect, I’m concerned that I will really get a full blown illness since tomorrow is my first volunteer activity and it just so happens to be outside. Hat, mittens, gloves, warm coat, maybe thermal underwear? I’m gonna have to bundle up like that kid in A Christmas Story. Hopefully I won’t topple over.