Cooties…

 Holidailies 2008

So, everyone around here has been getting sick.  The weather has been bizarre — freezing cold one minute and practically balmy the next.  The mad rush towards year end has put everyone in high gear, high stress mode and I guess it’s sort of inevitable that the germs would be having a heyday.  And yet, I thought I’d manage to remain unscathed.  I guess I figured that the illness that ate my life a year ago this time was enough sick for a long long time.  Apparently, I was wrong.

Not that I’m an alarmist or anything, but this vaguely unwell feeling is coming on as a slow burn and that doesn’t bode well.  Last night I had a teeny tiny shallow cough.  Today, I felt achy and tired and tonight it feels like a mack truck is sitting on my chest.  It’s been a really long time since I’ve had a good solid case of bronchitis, and I’m afraid that’s where all this is heading.  The timing could not be worse.  Tons of work stuff to do, holiday shopping, and getting ready to go down to Florida for the holidays.  Ugh…I need to be well.

I hate being sick.  I know that’s not unusual.  Who does like being sick?  However, I’m a big freaking baby and living alone when I feel like this makes me want my mommy to come take care of me.  And no offense to my mom, because that would be ideal, but really, almost anyone would do.  Anyone who could wait on me hand and foot, feed me soup and toast, serve me ginger ale, throw away my bag of dirty tissues, tuck me in and take my temperature by kissing my forehead.  Okay, so I guess that would have to be my mom…

What was my point?  Oh, I don’t really have one.  Just that my head is fuzzy, I’m overtired, achy and can’t get comfortable.  And I do want my mommy.  I need to take another Zicam and go to sleep.  Maybe the zinc will push this crap through my system quickly, so I can stop feeling like crap.  In the meantime, whining is my only recourse…

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