Sick of sickness

[muckefuck]

I can't remember the last time I had a cold this bad. Not last winter, even with all the stress and exhaustion of those goings on. The worst part is the false hope I had. Thursday evening I finally felt I was getting better and, since it was the last really mild day of our recent spell, I went out for a stroll and that ended up being a piece longer than I'd planned. Nevertheless, I felt good enough Friday that I even went out to JB's for dinner and boardgames. That also went longer than planned, but I wasn't worried because I had all day Saturday to rest up before the evening's opera.

And I needed it, because I woke up feeling almost as sick as I did the first day. Sheer determination carried me through Wozzeck, which was naturally the performance I'd be most looking forward to out of our entire subscription. I staggered through Sunday, leaving the house only to buy some Mucinex, and called in yesterday. I thought sleeping in the morning would make it hard for me to drop off in the evening, but it didn't, demonstrating that this wasn't malingering. I really am still that sick.

But I've got training this week I really don't want to miss, so here I am again staring glassily at my coworkers as I struggle to understand their requests and hoping I don't infect them. It's cooler outside, but still beautifully autumnal and I can barely gather the enthusiasm to go out and enjoy it. Needless to say, that last bits of gardening--raking leaves into a compost pile, bringing in the geraniums, etc.--are not getting done. And I've got another opera coming up this weekend, as well as the game on Sunday.

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get well STAT !