I'm So Not Excited

Is it a bad thing when your body is tired after simply getting up to go to the bathroom? Or when your head and neck hurt and your nose feels like it slowly filling with fluid?

I thought so.

I blame the lady at the bakery.

On Thursday, when I first went there to see about my mother's birthday cake, she seemed fine. I thought nothing of it as we used the same pen and I grasped with complete innocence the paper with a phone number on it that she handed me.

Friday was altogether different, as she coughed into her sleeve and loudly tried to suck in her excess nasal fluid. I recoiled as she handed me the receipt, although in my brain I knew it was too late. The damage had been done on Thursday, and Friday was just an insult, to let me know it was coming. And that there was nothing I could do about it. Even as I made Mr. Personality wipe his hands with an antibacterial wipe, I knew it was futile.

Sometimes I wish there was a portable bubble you could put yourself in when you have to have contact with people that are sick. Or that you could openly say, "No, I don't want to hold the same pen you've been holding since I can see by your red-rimmed eyes and sniffling that you have no business being at work and dealing with other people."

The weekend was hectic, with tea and shopping and birthday parties nonstop. This morning, I was informed that my body was going to stop. Now. You know when you need ten hours of sleep just to function that the days ahead will most likely be quite ugly.

I am so not looking forward to this week. I will be only the first to fall, with others right behind me.

Ok, I promise not to whine anymore, it's just pathetic. I can be a little whiny when I'm not feeling well. I know that you, my friends, will forgive me this pain-fueled lapse of decorum.

If I don't post in the next couple of days, it's not because I don't want to. It'll be because I literally won't be able to make it to the computer. Much less type something even semi-coherent.

And by the way, if I left a comment on your blog today, my apologies because there was a ninety percent chance that it made absolutely no sense. If I didn't comment, consider yourself lucky.

Comments

Atasha said…
Oh dear. I hope you feel better soon. I know the feeling you speak of too well and sometimes I wonder how I even get out of bed!

Again, get better soon.
Anonymous said…
poor thing get better! And make sure it isn't West Nile...I am so paranoid about that right now!

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