I’ve spent this past week in bed, sick as a dog. It’s now Saturday, and I’m still feeling ill.
It’s hard for me to think of things that bug me more than being sick: perhaps being broke, or having my hands torn up by our house guest cat (pictures of the beautiful, but terrifying, cat soon).
The odd thing about this cold has been in its great difference from day to day. Every day a different leading symptom. Monday night through Tuesday I couldn’t speak or swallow, and I ran a fever hot enough to cook food. Tuesday night through Wednesday I had chest congestion and more. Through the end of the week I bounced around sinus issues, throat, chest, head, and more. Being sick is not fun.
The worst thing about this week: I couldn’t have chosen a worse time to fall behind in projects and work. Every day that passed I told myself, “tomorrow I’m going to get into work, say hello and grab my laptop.” Each day that passed, I promised again, and did my best to crawl out of bed. I never did make it to the office - mine or works.
Update: Looks like it was pneumonia, and not just a general cold that’s gotten me down. I went to the doctor a week ago Friday and have been on medication and bed rest since. Today was my first day back at work (jeebus!). It feels good to be back to work, but it’s been tough getting back up to speed (not only in my waking schedule, but in the workload - many of my projects feel foreign now).
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