This is a really really busy week at work thanks mostly to an event that isn’t really part of my job, but that my boss is relying heavily on me to cover, since our administration can’t seem to get around to hiring an assitant for the program involved. This event is tomorrow.
Said event is coinciding with an absolute truckload of work that I need to do for my actual job. It’s very much deadline oriented and time’s running out.
I have a fever, and I’m coughing my lungs out. Just did battle with a kid-safe packet of cold pills. I ache all over and I’m freezing.
Boss let me go home early today because, she says, “I need you to be well for tomorrow.”
Rosebud no wanna go work 'morrow. Rosebud needs tea and soup and stuff, plus lots of blankies and perhaps a kitty to sleep next to me. The thought of my alarm going off in the morning makes me want to cry.
Comfy? Here’s another heavy quilt, I’ve turned up the thermostat. I’ll loan you a teddy bear, there’s some tea brewing and a box of Kleenex with your name on it.
I have been home all day with the “creepin’ crud” (for want of a better word). Started yesterday morning when I woke up about halfway through my drive to work. Coughing, bleary, fuzzy-brain. Every caller asked what was wrong. Now normally I hate that phrase on the phone at work, but these were fellow employees who were honestly concerned. My supervisor also let me go home early. All yesterday, wrapped up in 2 comforters and three blankets. I expected to emerge as a butterfly, but my hair looked like I had brushed it with a hand-grenade, my eyes and face were puffy (ever see a manatee’s face up close? looks like someone poked their eyes, they are so small), and I am still coughing like a TB ward. I’m in Florida, furgodssakes, I’m not supposed to be cold until the last two weeks in January. At least I can talk/type coherently now. (See yesterday’s posts for examples - what a hoot!)
I understand. I, too, have a cal-full of work at the ofice screaming for my attention, including three student volunteers coming in tomorrow who will need constant supervision. Add to the fact that my supervisor is out of the office, our comunications director just quit, and a package that should have arrived in Washington DC got way-laid and ended up in Washington state. (Thank you, XXXX courier service, pbbbt.)
I can offer is a sympathetic shoulder. I’d hug you, but I think we’re still contagious.
Aw, hell.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Rosebud}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Rysdad, don’t you touch that remote! Sick people need sympathy and first dibs on the remote. You just sit back and watch the ENTIRE program, whether you like it or not.
Evidently, I am not fully coherent. Should’ve read:
Started yesterday morning when I woke up and got worse, til I had to pull over about halfway through my drive to work.
screech, that sounds exactly like what I’ve got. I woke up this morning after an incredibly detailed dream in which I was coughing and feeling like crap. Gee, I guess this would explain the vibrant realism of the dream…
I’m currently trying to psych myself into admitting I should not be at work tomorrow, and letting my boss deal with it. We’ve got a great intern she can turn to for the kind of stuff that’s likely to come up on the Day Of. I’ll just be surly and tired and I might give other people the same creepin’ crud. Some of them deserve it, though…
Here’s some tea to make you feel better. ~/> (That is my sad attempt to draw a cup of tea, in case you were wondering.) I’m sending warm fuzzies your way.
Rosebud, I just fell out of the chair from laughing at that. (Oops, equilibirum is off, better stay home tomorrow, too.!) I’ll have to try coughing on the remote; maybe I’ll have a chance at watching the programs I want to watch. hahahaha
Serendipity - that was a very nice cup of tea. I can never get the liquid to line up with the cup.
:hands Rosebud a spare universal remote:
Now who has the power, Rysdad?
:hacks in his general direction:
:wanders off to the land of odd medicine-head dreams, stopping to turn up thermostat some more:
A big fuzzy hug!
