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I truly hate being seriously sick. I'm a very forceful, in-charge, in-control kind of person and being weak and faint and helpless truly annoys me. As such, I usually just completely ignore being sick, except for visits to the doctor and just keep going through life normally. In great amounts of pain, weak and on antibiotics for a brutal ear infection? Bah, I shall still load a 20' truck and move all of mine and Ciona's and the kidlet's possessions within a few short days. Cold/Flu? I shall suck down Dayquil and work a full week, with the only change in my habits involving early nights so that I can catch a couple of extra hours of sleep.
However, every once in a while, that being sick thing wins and I spend day after day lying in bed in misery, basically useless. In the last 10 days, I've taken 4 sick days from work and recovered mostly from one illness only to fall prey to a second (probably because I was still at low resistance from the first one). Saturday through Tuesday was basically a haze of chills, coughs, aches/pains and all assortments of whiny misery. Blah. And, of course, the same was true for the kidlet, although he is a day or two ahead of me on the recovery trail, since he got sick with the same thing on Thursday (I probably got it from him).
So, basically, I'm back at work but not yet recovered and running way behind. If anyone was expecting anything from me, remind me...I'm going to continue being semi-coherent for a couple of days and can use some extra kicks to put me in gear. I'll probably return more to my usual routine during/after this coming weekend, by which time I should be a normal, healthy person again. Or at least as close to normal as I ever come.
However, every once in a while, that being sick thing wins and I spend day after day lying in bed in misery, basically useless. In the last 10 days, I've taken 4 sick days from work and recovered mostly from one illness only to fall prey to a second (probably because I was still at low resistance from the first one). Saturday through Tuesday was basically a haze of chills, coughs, aches/pains and all assortments of whiny misery. Blah. And, of course, the same was true for the kidlet, although he is a day or two ahead of me on the recovery trail, since he got sick with the same thing on Thursday (I probably got it from him).
So, basically, I'm back at work but not yet recovered and running way behind. If anyone was expecting anything from me, remind me...I'm going to continue being semi-coherent for a couple of days and can use some extra kicks to put me in gear. I'll probably return more to my usual routine during/after this coming weekend, by which time I should be a normal, healthy person again. Or at least as close to normal as I ever come.
