Mood: Just recovering from being sick.
Music: Lydia, Her Space Holiday (Thanks, Landry!).
Game: World of Warcraft (60 Rogue, 15 Priest.)
Book: On The Road, Jack Kerouac.
Muffin: No muffin. Too sick to go out.
Punchline: Not much funny when you're sick.
OK...I know I haven't updated my blog for a while...frankly, I've been pretty sick, and not feeling particularly creative.
My boss was coughing and sneezing and looking not all that hot last Monday...and I was in a conference room with him for about 4-5 hours, working with him and a project manager on some paperwork. He kept sneezing and coughing, and I said "Ya know...you're gonna get me sick." Whereupon he replied that he never really gets sick, and I should know that, and he's not gonna get me sick. The project manager and I shared a look, basically saying "Oh, boy."
So the next day comes, and he calls in sick. He radios me and says "You can be glad you were right." I tell him I'm not glad to be right, and for him to relax and get fluids and such, and rest up, I got things under control.
Wednesday comes and he's still not in. Odd for my boss to take two sick days in a row. Can't recall the last time it happened, to be honest.
Thursday comes, and I'm stuffed up, feeling not great...kinda nauseous and chest feels like someone's sitting on it. Sinuses kicking up, which in and of itself is not unusual...but this feels...bad. And he's not in again. Lovely. I leave early on Thursday (around 4pm,) because I'm feeling achy and warm. Thursday night, I sneeze so hard I literally pull a muscle right under my left pectoral where it attaches to the rib...feels like I've been punched. Hard.
Friday morning comes, and I cannot breathe. At all. Coughing. Rib aching, and, sure enough...101 fever.
Liquids. Tea, Gatorade, Soup. Popping Tylenol like they're tic-tacs.
Saturday, still have a fever...couldn't sleep at all Friday night. Too warm...but it's 68 degrees in my apartment. Blankets strewn all over the floor. Lovely. Wake up in a sweat anyway.
Sunday, fever finally breaks in the morning...more Tylenol. Still coughing and sneezing. Nose itches. Head still feels like it's filled with yellow goo.
Today, I can just about breathe...but my chest feels heavy. Can't take a deep breath without coughing, which, of course shoots a dull ache down my left side due to that great sore muscle. Muscles still sore...but I think that's due to being in bed or on the couch most of the weekend. Head still aches, and still feel slow and tired.
I'm going to work tomorrow. Can't take any more time off. Don't have a fever, although I feel a bit warm. I'll dress warm, stay quiet, get some paperwork done, work a clean 8 hours and call it a day.
I'm sure you're all fascinated by my sickness...but truthfully, it's all I can think about right now. Sorry about that.
Maybe I'll have a muffin tomorrow morning and I'll feel better, and I'll write something more interesting.
Posted by Glenn at March 7, 2005 04:19 PMsorry you are still sick
but happy you like Her Space Holiday