Monday, September 25, 2017

Home Sick

I'm doing things today that I haven't done in agesor I haven't done them here. It would be great to stay at home and pursue whatever suits my fancy on a more regular basis, such as drafting this little blog ramble, but that is simply unrealistic. How did I find such time? I called in sick today with an actual evil cold.

Colds are evil. Last Thursday, Vito showed some symptoms of one, but it was mostly cleared up by Friday morning. I told him it was a kind of 24-hour bug. There were some coughing and sniffling side effects, but he didn't feel or look as whipped as he had on Thursday. Saturday night after dinner, I started feeling something creeping up on me in the form of an unpleasant sensation in my throat, and I assumed it would be similar to what Vito had contracted, but I was mistaken. My version is well-mired in its second day and looking at more. See? Evil.

When I woke up yesterday, my throat was scratchy and it was hard to swallow. I popped in a lozenge, grabbed a box of cold capsules and hopped off to work, as usual, but I should have stayed home. What started as mildly irritating only worsened as the day lengthened. In an effort to suppress my symptoms, I doled out additional doses of medicine, swilled ginger and lemon tea and nursed my tender nostrils with tissue after tissue, but nothing improved my condition. By the time I went to bed, I was a mess. When I woke up this morning, I simply moved from bed to couch, not feeling much better. I knew I would have to stay at home today. So that's where I am, standing at my upright desk contemplating evil.

After making coffee and eating a bowl of granola with blueberries, I swallowed a couple of smooth orange cold capsules, but the effects are wearing offtime to re-medicate. Angela went out to buy groceries and the house is quiet, but she'll be back.

Am I happy about sending an alternate lesson plan to work today instead of what I had planned? Something akin to busy work. Should I be sleeping instead of facing off against the computer. Should I be grading papers instead of blogging about my bug?

I really hate missing work—it's really more work to miss workand hope to be back at it tomorrow. My symptoms seem to be subsiding. A good night's rest should set me straight.

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