life; decongested

I had the flu. But not just any flu...no this was the kind of bug that forces a normally rational human being to want to jump off a cliff and die. ok, maybe not die...but be taken to another world sooner rather than later. This was the kind of bug that leaves a generally well-groomed woman crumpled in her bed in her comfiest nightgown, or in this case, the same articles of clothing I had on from work because the thought of changing was unbearable. Actually the thought of doing ANYTHING was unbearable. So I did just that, nothing... for 32 straight hours. You would think that was enough time to recover? nope. it was not. im still not 100%.

And although I was feeling horrible and had a high fever of 102, and was sweaty one minute and cold the next, I remember telling myself anything was better than feeling like that, I remember even mumbling I rather be at work. Guess what? I am at work right now and that fever doesnt sound so bad...to be back in my bed, cold comforter, trashy daytime sitcoms, unlimited amounts of cough drops...did i say to be back in my bed? ahhhh one could only be so lucky.