I hate being sick. I don’t get sick very often, but today…. *cough-cough* I woke up Saturday with a scratchy throat and it’s just been getting progressively worse. I would have liked to stay home today, but my boss is on vacation and I promised him I’d pick up the slack. So I’m here…. though for how long, I don’t know.
I think I’ll go to the doctor today; probably bronchitis. Lots of gurgling in my chest and coughing lots of lovely “stuffs” up. Blech. I’m sure you didn’t want to know all that, but what the heck, at least you can’t see me or hear me, right? *grin* My head feels like it’s got a helium balloon shoved in it and I can’t seem to keep my eyes open without that irritating throbbing sensation.
Can I go home? Anyone want to bring me some chicken soup and sit by my bedside with a cold compress on my forehead? I just want to be babied today; I want someone to take care of me. At least my bf made some small efforts yesterday. He put my laundry in the dryer for me and made supper for the four of us (his kids were at our house), and insisted I stay in bed with movies galore on the DVD. I just wish I’d had someone to talk to…. It was kind of lonely.
Okay, enough whining. Back to work so I can blow out of here early.
