I am sick. I have been sick since Friday night. Pat has been working late for the past 2 weeks and was so excited when he was going to actually have a weekend for us to have fun. However, all those dreams were crushed when on Friday night I didn't feel too good. Come Saturday I had the worst cold ever.
I know what you are thinking. A cold. What a wimp. I know I am thinking the same thing, but this cold has kicked my toosh and wont go away. Hey, it might even be the flu. Does that make me seem like less of a baby?
I was so miserable Saturday and Sunday with sinus pressure, headache, sore throat, stuffy nose, ache and pains.
I took a sick day Monday, but by the end of the day I was going to go insane from boredom. I couldn't watch another episode of the OCD detective, Monk, on Netflix instant play and needed to get out of our tiny apartment. I was determined to go to work the next day.
Come Tuesday, I got up excited to have something to do. As I walked to the subway I was completely exhausted after one block. I knew this was going to be a tough day. Once at work I was coughing up a lung and felt like my head was going to implode. My co-worker (who's the best) graciously said she would cover my shift. I left at 1pm.
So, tomorrow I am going to try again! Wish me luck!