I'm Not Dead (Yet)

I'm in a NyQuil and Sudafed haze. It has helped a little to dissolve the rubber cement that someone has filled my sinuses with, so if I were at home either in my cozy bed or on my couch watching TV, I'd say I'm feeling okay. But I'm not. I'm at my desk, struggling to stay awake and pretending to be productive.
Stupid cold. I took a (planned in advance, because I have to hire an agency nurse to cover when I'm not here) sick day on Tuesday. LT took kidlet to school for me, and I slept until 10:30am. It was heavenly. Then I felt guilty about wasting a perfectly good day, so I got up and cleaned the kitchen, baked banana bread and chocolate chip cookies, made a cauliflower gratin for dinner, picked some zucchini, lettuce and green beans from the garden, made some vetiver cologne for my brother, unmolded and sliced 2 batches of soap, repaired a necklace for a coworker and re-sized a bracelet for my aunt, and put away several loads of clean laundry. I also sneezed, coughed, and blew my nose a lot. I did not, however, shower. It was the most productive day I've had in quite some time.

I woke up Saturday a.m. with a sore throat and a bit of a runny nose. I thought it was maybe allergies or too much time in the A/C at work, but by the time we got to the preschool BBQ/pool party it was clear that I was sick. Still, I managed to snap one of the cutest photos of all time:

Stay off the sidewalks, people!

1 comment:

shrimplate said...

The last time I took a sick day I roasted a duck for quesadillas, made guacamole and pico de gallo, and painted some bookshelves.