Have you ever had one of those days where, from the moment you wake up, you just know it's not going to be a good one?
Yesterday was one of those days where you just want to pull the covers over your head and pretend it didn't happen.
First, I hit the snooze on my alarm. Now this in and of itself is not odd. I intentionally set my alarm earlier than I have to get up, just so I can feel like I'm sleeping longer. You may say that makes no sense, but in my mind I totally get more sleep if I can hit the snooze 2 or 3 times.
The problem came when I apparently slept through it coming back on and woke up fifteen minutes before I was supposed to be at work. Considering that I have a 25 minute commute, it just wasn't gonna happen. So I call and let them know I'm going to be half an hour late.
Of course on my drive I would have to end up behind a row of cars that doesn't understand that 55mph means 55mph and not 45mph ::sigh::
I pull into the parking lot and get inside without incident, but almost immediately start feeling that little tickle in the throat that means a full-fledged cold is about to erupt.
Within half an hour I am achy and groggy and feel like my head is slowly expanding.
By 11 I tell my manager that as soon as the next wave of people comes in I will be going home.
He hassles me good-naturedly, but knows that I must be feeling really crummy if I'm going to leave early. Of course there are several little projects that I have to do before I can leave and it's about 1:30 before I pull on my coat and stumble to the car.
Once home I am relieved to see that there is still some of my Mom's chicken soup left over. I eat a nice mug full, swallow some nyquilly store brand pills, curl up in a blanket and promptly fall asleep. I remain in my cocoon until 9:30!!! During this time my head feels as though it has swollen to about four times its original size
and my gravitational field seems to have densified. I can barely pull my head off my pillow long enough to keep myself hydrated.
At 9:30 I wake up ravenous, eat several pieces of pizza and then move to my bedroom to go back to sleep yet again. Another 9 hours of sleep and I'm beginning to feel like myself again.
I really don't get sick that often thanks to a good immune system and the magic of elderberry extract,
little blue elderberries hold the elixir of life ::angelic singing::
but when I do, boy does it hit me like a sledgehammer.
So yesterday I was going to do a nice blog post, finish work projects and do some other little things that needed to be done. So much for that. Instead you are all plagued with this boring story of my illness. Ah well, we can't always get what we want.