Random Thoughts from a Large Head

Last week, when it was raining every day, I was plagued with this annoying puny cough.

Friday, when the sun came back, the puny cough turned into full-on burning sore throat. We left work early for the holiday weekend, and I came home and slept three hours, woke up for three more hours, and went back to sleep for twelve hours.

Saturday, still feeling icky, I floated in and out of sleep. At this point, I’d exhausted all good content on the TiVo.

Sunday I managed to make it out of the house. I went to church, at some good comfort food for lunch, purchased a bunch of drugs at Walgreen’s, and doped myself up enough to not drip snot on everyone at a Fourth of July party.

Monday, the ick is still there. Throat still on fire. Now the nose has become a snot factory. TiVo is cleaned off. I’m too much of a space cadet to read.

This morning, I want to go to work, but I shouldn’t. I’m so bored with being home that I want to be out. But I barely slept last night for having to blow my nose and the drugs I need to take to feel better make me so spacey that I shouldn’t make the 30 minute drive in. And now my ear feels like it is in on the action.

There really isn’t much point to this post. I’m wide awake and waiting for 7am so I can call in sick and also put a call in to my doctor. And looky there, it’s 7am.