Day 4? 5? I've Lost Track...
Is it just the Fog of Memory, or was being sick better when I was young? I seem to recall that when I got ill, I'd be in bed for a day, maybe two, then a day where I was well enough to get about but still fatigued, then by Day 4, I'd be pretty much back to normal. This round started as creeping malaise that irritated my throat for several days, but didn't seem to be problematic, until last Thursday, when I felt dreadful. Since then I've been battling the sore throat, coughing and severe lack of sleep (I don't think I was feverish, but last night I had repeating fever-like-dreams of spreadsheets, which related to having to clear my throat or cough. Weird). Managed to get upstairs long enough this morning to watch Hz have her first Christmas 2010 (there will be another one next weekend with the extended family). It was adorable, and I wish I felt better so I could have appreciated it more.
Don't know if I'll be able to go to work tomorrow. Spending the weekend before Christmas ill is probably better than spending the weekend of
Christmas ill, but it's not much fun. Current Mood: sick