Sick, Sick, Sick

I am so tired of being sick its ridiculous. I have been sick three times in as many months. My saving grace this time is that I had already requested the time off from work.

Did I foresee the future and know that this week would be the week my nose would open like a faucet? Is it possible that I knew pressure would form over the bridge of my nose and shoot through my head exploding like buckshot embedding itself into the base of my skull? Perhaps I anticipated the phlegm lodging itself in my throat, causing me to choke with every breath I try to make. Maybe I believed this would be when the aches in my back would flare up.

No. The planner that I like to be actually anticipated being productive. Having not done anything for Christmas, and avoiding Black Friday like the plague, I planned on being off from work so that I could get some shopping done. With the exception of a few scarves that I have knitted, I have no idea what I am going to get anyone for the holiday. I would love to already have the shopping done by October, but funds would not allow that this year.

But low and behold, I am in bed. I'm not even in my own bed - well sort of. I had brought Arlo with me to my parents' house for Thanksgiving and left Baby Kitty and Mr. Anti-Social at home, checking on them once during the weekend. Then there was my Lil Cuz (teenage daughter of the cousin that was in the horrible car accident) visiting for the weekend, Craft Night on Monday, and having so much to pack up in order to get back home that sickness has found me in my old daybed, in a room that is a hodgepodge of what was once me and what is now office functionality for the folks.

I like to blame my current illness of Pretty Girl who I work with and who was sick with the flu last week. She came in to work on Monday, sounding like crap and really should probably have stayed home. The tickle in my throat and runny nose started that night while at Craft Night. However, I truely have a few people to blame. There are three people at work who are sick, includind Pretty Girl. Then my aunt was sick when she brough Lil Cuz over for the weekend, and when I made the trip to bring Lil Cuz back.

So although I want to be shopping or knitting, my pounding headache wants me to rest my head on a pillow. The throbbing over my eyes wants me to sleep. But my mind wants me to be active.