Out Sick

Darn cough. I woke at 4 am sputtering and hacking. It took a good half hour for my throat to settle down so I could go back to sleep. I was just drifting off when I coughed again and suddenly sat bolt upright. Now I have to go to the bathroom. And I mean right now. I jump out of bed and run for the room. That was close. I trudge back to bed and settle in, shifting the pillows and blankets around me just right. Three seconds later, I scramble out of bed and bolt for the room again. Oh, no.

The coughing sets off the stomach. The stomach sets off the coughing. Vicious cycle. At this rate, I'll never get any rest. By 8 am, I realize I am not going to be able to function at work in any capacity. I decide to call in and take the day to get over whateverthisis before it gains a foothold. First I call the person I report to. Then a trip to the bathroom. Then I realize I have a morning training session, so I call that person. Trip to bathroom. Then I call the front desk to let them know. Another trip. I forget to call anyone else. I should have called the reference desk and my afternoon meeting person as well.

But I am too worn out to care about all that. I know I should, but I don't. Sometimes I just don't act very responsibly. I wander in and out of sleep vs bathroom most of the day. Drew is home and we watch a movie (with many pauses). At last it all seems to pass, thank goodness (pun intended). Let's not repeat that any time soon!