This is what I've been feeling like since Friday night. Oh yes, it has been de-light-ful, as you can imagine. Peter started sounding bad about a week ago and by Friday night, I decided that it was no fun for him to be sick alone, so I should join him.
I'm nice like that.
Then I gave in and took some cold medicine, which caused my heart to race like I'd just run a marathon and I thought I was going to pass out in church. Instead of passing out, I got up in front of everyone and pretended like I felt fine while I talked about missionaries who work in South America. Peter said no one would have guessed that I was totally out of it.
This has been fun, can we stop now?
I took a three and a half hour nap on Sunday afternoon in the hopes that it would help clear my medicine head. It helped, but it wasn't a fix-all. My mom called to ask if I was going to stay home from work on Monday. Nice thought, but I don't get sick days. One co-worker actually thought that I growled at her when she said hello, but all I really said was, "Harumph..." in a low register.
Hardly a growl.
By the time I get my days off this week (that would be today and tomorrow), I'm no longer going to be in the "stay in bed all day" sick phase, so they'll be totally wasted. As much as I hate being sick, I do enjoy a good, guilt-free day of bed lounging and movie watching, don't you? Sadly, now I'm just at the point of blowing my nose on a minute-by-minute basis and trying to suppress this annoying hack that has come along.
I'll tell you one thing though, all it takes is a simple cold to make me thankful for good health.
See, there's an upside to everything!