I’m sick again. Well, maybe not again, because I’m not often sick, but it feels like it’s again. It feels like I’m always sick whenever I am sick. It seems to be just a bad cold, not the flu or anything like that, but I can still think of better things to do. Even vacuuming would be better than this.
I woke up with a sore throat three days ago, on Sunday morning. I didn’t feel quite right all day, but other than the fact that I couldn’t swallow comfortably, I was okay. Except for the cold sore that was starting on my upper lip. And for the fact that I knew I was getting sick. Which, by the evening, I certainly was.
Before I went to bed, I took a bunch of meds that either didn’t work or else just made me get up to pee every hour all night long. Either way, it didn’t make me feel any better on Monday morning. Still, I dosed myself up again, little trouper that I am, and trundled off to work. I had a meeting in the afternoon that I absolutely could not miss, especially since I had been the person who set it all up. I got through the day well enough, popping my cold pills at regular intervals, but by the time my meeting was over, so was I. I was done.
I basically did nothing at home all evening, other than sip some soup. I decided there was no way I was going to work the next day, so I posted my absence on the requisite website. I took the night version of my cold medicine, propped myself up on three pillows, and was asleep by 10:30.
I woke up once to go to the bathroom (but just once! Progress!), then fell back asleep till 9:30. I had slept for 11 hours! I felt better today and had more energy, but I’m still quite stuffed up. The cold has now settled in my throat, and I’m coughing. Oh – and my voice sounds like a small nasal foghorn. But at least the cold sore has halted its growth and has already scabbed over. Very alluring, let me assure you.
It’s only 8:30 PM now, and I’ve done nothing more taxing than play on my laptop and plan my Thanksgiving Day menu. But I’m exhausted. I think I’m going to need another day at home. I know I’m not contagious right now (that would have been before I had any actual symptoms, I think), but I just don’t have enough energy. And to teach, believe me, you need energy! Also, you need a firm and clear voice. Which is not my voice right now. Unless “nasal” and “stuffed up” are synonyms for “firm” and “clear”.
No? They’re not? Thought not.
So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to swallow a couple of pills and crawl into bed for 11 hours or so …