At least, that’s what I’m assuming this is. If it’s not, well, sue me. Anyway, here’s the tally so far: 2 1/2 days missed from work (fortunately, I already had my 40+ by the time I left last Friday, and I have PTO to cover Monday and Tuesday); some probably annoyed co-workers (but they are probably less annoyed than if I’d actually been there coughing and hacking and blowing and snotting); 4 days spent in bed (less fun than it sounds); no reading done because I feel too puny to concentrate; fell asleep during whatever movies I tried to watch; two boxes of Nyquil and I’m on the 4th box of Kleenex; and a really grody nose where it got all irritated by the combination of copious amounts of snot being wiped by paper tissues (and where’s the logic in wiping a snotty nose on something made out of wood anyway) that I’m treating with Vaseline so it won’t make anyone who looks at me immediately want to hurl.
I’m cranky. Sorry. But it’s better. I’ll be back to work tomorrow. I can breathe, most of the time.