On Friday morning, I woke up with the first signs of my sickness. Did
this keep me from going to work? Nope. I hung in there and worked my scheduled
five hours, but I became sicker as the day progressed. Yay, me. I never realized I was the moaning,
groaning kind, until Friday afternoon and most of Saturday. I couldn’t help
myself, really, because this sickness brought a lot of pain. Okay, okay, maybe
moderate pain. I’m not a wimp. I know what pain is. A fiery throat with ears
that feels like a ceti eel (Star Trek, anyone?) has moved in, with family in tow,
is definitely painful.
Long story short, my sickness devoured my weekend, which included my
chance to write. Early Saturday evening,
while watching the sun go down from my bed, I came to the conclusion that I
wasn’t going to win NaNo this year. I am behind in my word count, because I
need to write 57,000 to win this year. My dreams were somewhat entertaining,
though, because I dreamt about zombies most of the time I was “out.”
Saturday night, I watched the newest James Bond movie with my Dad. It’s
not fun watching a movie with someone who blows her nose every two or three
minutes. Surprisingly for me, and my snot-filled brain, I was able to follow
the plot pretty well: Bond gets shot, survives, goes after messed up bad guy (who
really likes M), Bond meets Q, Bond meets exotic Bond girl, exotic Bond girl
dies, bad guy dies, M dies, Bond gets formally introduced to Moneypenny, and
Voldemort becomes Bond’s boss. Oliver Warbucks is in this movie too. Yeah…
adding Voldemort was already too much for me to handle, much less Warbucks.
On Sunday morning, I had enough of the sickness. I was like, “Screw
this!” I got up, washed my bed clothes, and rid the bedroom of germs. I managed
to stay out of bed for most of the day, and even participated in a strange game
that my sister and her hubby brought over. Regardless of my intentions to stay
up and about, by Sunday night, my head was pounding (undoubtedly from sleeping
off and on for 48 hours—oh, and, don’t forget the snot… we must not forget the
snot). Although I enjoyed watching a sugary-sweet & sentimental Christmas
movie with Momma, I realized around about 9:30 that I wasn’t going to be able
to stay up longer.
The key motivator for Monday was going to work and creating a report
using Excel. I’m such a happy geek… when I’m well, that is. *cough, cough*
*sniffle, sniffle*
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