Later yesterday afternoon I crawled off the sofa and had enough energy to toss a load of towels in the laundry and to de-crappify the coffee table of all that had gathered since my sofa-sick-nest time over the past 3 days.
This accomplished, I figured I was well enough to drag my pale carcass to work this morning.
I lasted 4 hours. My coworkers and Boss seemed quite relieved to see me and my plague ridden body vacate my cubicle and depart for home where my germs could be contained and not communally shared.
I do feel better.
Just apparently not so "better" that I can join the regular population.
I do know one thing. I've never gotten a flu shot before. Never really believed in them as the people I've seen get them, always got the flu-anyways.
But this year?
Bring your pointy needle poison juice and shoot it into me and my loved ones.
'Cuz if this month is representative of how this Winter sickie season is gonna be? We're going to need all the help we can get.
8 years ago