get over my cold

On Monday I tried to go to work. I lasted about two hours, and had to come home. Because I’m me, I “asked” my boss if I could leave, rather than just demanding and saying “I need to leave”. So he, being the wise-guy that he is, had to tell me “no”. I threatened to cough on him, and then left anyway.

When I got home, I drank a carton (no joke) of orange juice and took a long nap. And then I spent the rest of the evening sitting on my bed, shreading old bank statements… I had unnecessary paperwork in my file cabinet from 4 apartments ago!

This morning I woke up feeling much better. I bought a half-carton of orange juice and drank it before noon while at work, and now, other than residual coughing, am feeling quite back to myself.

I mark this as complete. Again. For now.

Slept for 16 hours last night—today. And then took an 1.5 nap this evening.

And now it’s back to bed.

Again.

Sick again.

I was fine this morning, and super geeked that it was friday.

And now my lungs are teh pain and “cough cough cough” like they just can’t get enough.

Headache too.

Thanks weekend. That was just what I was hoping for.

(At least I don’t have glowing plague pustules. That’s something positive, I guess.)

Last night I took a cough suppressant and went to bed a couple of hours early.

This morning I woke up without any medicines in my body at all, and could breathe and feel approximately normal. And my energy has returned.

It’s about time.

Rock!

I kept myself awake an extra hour last night I was coughing so badly. :( It’s been, like, over a week that I’ve been feeling crummy, and now I have to go back to work tomorrow.

Boos to that.

This goal is not going so well, as it’s been a week now, and I’m still feeling really awful. Part of it I think is because I just don’t know when to stop.

But today the cold wins out, and I took a sick day. I’ve slept in half hour chunks all morning. It’s really hard to sleep because I’m not tired, but I can’t realy do anything else because I’m physically exhaused.

I tried watching television, but I just can’t do it. Now that I’ve gone back to never watching anything but sometimes Stewart/Colbert, anything that’s on during the day just drives me crazy. It’s mindless, but not in a good way, and I end up even more irritated.

Maybe later I’ll watch one of my Shirley Temple DVDs. That’s mindless in a good way.

All of my other Things have been put on hold this weekend, as I sit here and try to convince my lungs that yes, they do still want to be inside my body, and don’t actually want to jump out my throat and go find a better host.

Yesterday I took three naps. Three! And I ate total junk all day, as I was craving warm and mushy foods. So the progress I had been making on my 30lbs goal… out the window. :( And I haven’t stretched, or gone on the run I was going to go on (even though it’s a brilliant perfect-running-weather 50 degrees out). And I’m staring at my pile of laundry going “I can’t get out of bed.”

Meanwhile… I’ve also lost my voice. Which is kind of funny, as I can’t seem to stop myself from trying to talk. Croak city, here I come.