If you don't want to read about me complaining that I have not kicked this cold yet, I totally understand. Come back next time and I promise I'll write about something more interesting.
I cannot remember the last time I was laid out by a head cold. I left work early Tuesday and Wednesday, and am staying home today. I mean, I just don't get sick like this. Until now, that is. I was already sort of a hand sanitizer zealot, so I'm not sure what more I can do. It's too bad because there are things at work that need to get done, but my boss is sympathetic.
Starting yesterday, I have been most comfortable just laying on the couch, listening to the radio. The cough medicine didn't really work, and upset my stomach, so I stopped taking it and it's been OK. I have a low-grade fever, which responds well to ibuprofen, and I'm letting this thing sort of run its course.
Sally the dog's been an attentive companion. She'll come check on me every half hour or so, and I tell her I'm OK and she can go lay down. I couldn't muster the energy to get to the dog park yesterday, but will have to get her there today or we'll both be annoyed. I can do it.
Eesh. It's funny how nothing else is quite as important as just sort of sitting here and being quiet. Hopefully taking it easy tonight will help me turn the corner. Blech.