Feeling Funky

I went to work on Thursday knowing I wasn’t feeling great. At that time it was just a runny nose, cough, and sore throat. I took some cold meds and had cough drops. It got me through the night.

When I woke up Friday, I felt like I’d been run over. I had pain in my back, my throat felt like I swallowed razor blades, I had pain over my eyes, and my cough was deep and constant.

I didn’t want to call in, but I had to. I basically spent the day on the couch in and out of sleep. I felt a little better yesterday, but again, I dozed off and on throughout the day. Rest is best, right?

This morning, my head is stuffy, I’m still coughing, and I feel like I could snooze some more. I will probably have to go back to work on Monday whether I like it or not. I need what’s left in my PTO bank for my colonoscopy coming up and Andrew’s surgery.

I hate being sick. My wife hates it, too. I think it’s because I annoy her. You know what I mean? All guys are babies when we are sick. I am pretty much worthless.

I must be feeling a little better, though. I did load the dishwasher and threw some clothes in the washer. That’s a start.