I am not a good sick person. I hate being sick. Hate. It.
I’ve been sick since Sunday. I was initially in denial. “I’m not sick! I’m just tired…” But after racing home from work on Monday to be… uh… sick, I had to own up to the fact that I was actually sick. I slept for four hours and thought, “Well, that oughta do it!”
Not so fast.
So then I went to work Tuesday, still feeling under the weather, but did the ole “mind over matter” biz… which resulted in me running a fever on Tuesday night. Sa-weet. I spent today trying to sleep, rest and get better… am I better? eh, so-so. Nothing a nice dose of Tylenol Cold won’t cure…