Sick Days

So, I have finally gotten the cold that is going around. It was inevitable I suppose because there were somany people telling me to stay away from them because they had said cold. For me, that is how I know I will be getting sick, mostly because I shake a lot of hands in a week and even though I am pretty diligent about washing my hands I can never seem to dodge those colds.

Yesterday I got into work, thinking it could just be the morning sniffles or a climate change thing, but nope. I tried to focus but could barely read the screen, I tried to think but would forget where a thought was going, which means something more sinister is afoot. After feebly attempting to do a bit of writing for some projects I made the decision to go home. I was tired, my muscles hurt, the whole bit. In a way it was kind of exciting though.

I was never one to skip school because I liked it, I was kind of a nerd that way. For me the only days I really was off school was when I was sick, so I sort of got to enjoy sick days. I would sit with a blanket and pillow in front of the TV and watch cartoons, my dad might even rent me a movie, I would drink 7-Up and Ginger Ale and sleep and then eat Lipton Chicken Soup - the official soup of the sick. I always enjoyed those days because even though I did not feel that going to school would have worked at all I still felt like I was kind of being sneaky for some reason.

Oh, how sick days have changed. Yesterday I went home and had that very glad feeling I used to have about being sick, glad to be home, glad to be able to sleep, but something didn't feel right. Candace was going to the store and asked me if I wanted anything. Cold medicine, Ginger Ale, Cranberry juice (another sick favorite), and of course Lipton Chicken Noodle soup (which incidentally now comes with more noodles as the box informs me, and to which I am very delighted, soooo good, soooo addictive). At that point I fall asleep for a few hours and dream of all kinds of loony things.

But once I get up I discover sick day have changed for me. I ate my soup, I drank the Ginger Ale, I took my pills, I curled up in front of the TV, and was pretty bored for much of the day. I played Xbox a bit with Candace but other than that I wasn't to keen on how I was feeling. My head was swimming and I just wanted to be better again.

As a kid there are things that are just more fun and I think being sick is one of them. So now I am back at work, and feelings slightly better thanks to some daytime cold medicine (although I am being careful not to operate any heavy machinery just to be, you know, safe. Unless a laptop is considered heavy machinery.... uh oh) I guess it makes me realize how much I love my work and also how stressful that work can be.

I should add the one really awesome thing about yesterday was Candace. I love my wife and it was nice to sit semi-comatose on the couch and know she was there with me. That part was cool.

I promise I will have another muffin pant-esque rant again soon. Ironically, I have felt funny the last couple of days so I haven't been in great humor. Peace out.