Sick Days

I succumbed to the cold I nurtured my Petri Dish son to health from.

I came home from work on Monday at lunch. That morning, I thought, "I'm okay, I just need to get going." But in fact, I began to feel worse, my congestion instead of being relieved was worse. My ears hurt, the pressure was making my left eye water and I was dangerously close to honking my nose like an angry mom-goose. I went home, and tried to leave my co-workers with a few less germs.

Once I got over the denial, I gave into the calls of my couch. I stayed there, trying to nap, but my headache was just too bad, my nose and throat too angry, so I watched t.v.

My husband got Kon Tiki from Netflix. I really enjoyed it and have been pushing it on all my friends and coworkers (now it's your turn internet!) In fact I enjoyed it so much, I made The Kid watch it after homework time yesterday. He thought it was pretty good too. :) I now plan on reading the book. My husband wants to watch the actual documentary that was made during this epic adventure, it won the 1951 Academy Award.

I stayed home yesterday too, still not a complete wreck, but I lost my voice (much to the chagrin of my family) and really, I wanted to get better, not worse and not be the martyr that is chockful of cooties at the office.

So I thought, hey I'm going to be home resting, I should do ... stuff at the very least a load of laundry and some knitting.

But I really didn't have any energy for non supine couch things  until the afternoon. And then I thought, perhaps I should feed the family. I think because I hadn't really slept more than an hour or two at a time the 3 nights prior, I was just exhausted.

The knit will come.  But right now, I need some tea.