I very much mean that I am at home, and sick. For me (as already mentioned) this never happens. I am the guy that rarely feels ill, and when I do I generally just tough it out and go in to work. But this cold has been something special. Usually in the first couple of days you feel the "sickest" and the feeling fades. Since Sunday this has just intensified every day. This morning I was woken up at 4AM by some of the most violent coughing in my life. Such forceful coughs that it actually gave me a headache. And they wouldn't stop no matter what I did.
In about an hour it subsided and I had a few swigs of NyQuill. That put me back out for a couple of hours until the alarm went off at 8:30. The only reason that I even set it was to let me know that I needed to call my boss and tell her that I wasn't coming in again today.
Back to sleep after that and awake about 11AM... I decided that being out of DayQuill was a bad thing, and so I took a hot shower (helped a bit) and headed up to the store for provisions. It is amazing to me how slow one can move and think while sick. It took me an hour to complete that task. Over a half hour walking around the store finding medicine, an apple, vanilla pudding, a bottle of water, a Red Bull, and Goldfish crackers. For some reason each of those items struck me as valuable commodities right now. Fifteen minutes to make the drive each way. I was EXHAUSTED after that trip.
And the rest of the day has been me laying in bed watching TV. The 47" flat screen for my bedroom being the best impulse purchase of 2009, I can enjoy good TV in every room of the house that is not a bathroom...
I also napped for about an hour. That's how I know that I am really, really sick. I do not nap.
Tomorrow, if I am up to it, I am going into the office to catch up a bit. I know that I have to have a pile of work that's two feet deep waiting for me.
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