Did you know that the whole “knocking on wood” thing is a silly superstition that DOES NOT work? Last week I told a coworker that I hadn’t gotten a cold in over 2 years, followed quickly of course by a knock-knock-knock on the nearest piece of lumber I could find.
Well here we are a week later and I feel as though an elephant is sitting on my congested head. I battled the scratchy throat all weekend. Pretended it was all just allergies. But there’s no denying that the fog that has settled over me is all thanks to the wonderful workings of the common—but cruel—cold.
So there’s that.
And since I missed much of work yesterday to attend my cousin’s funeral, there are no sick days in my near future. Before Sean left for work this morning, he tucked the covers tightly around me and told me I really should stay home and get some rest. Damn him for making it so tempting.
Alas, I forced myself up and out of bed anyway. I can't promise that my clothes match or my hair is presentable, but I did manage to get myself together.
So today I think I’ll be the one to prove it is possible to use an entire box of Kleenex in just 1 work day. All while daydreaming of my pajamas and bedtime, both of which can’t come soon enough.
But hey, on the bright side this means I’m getting this cold out of the way and I have to be immune to any that make the rounds this winter, right? RIGHT? Just humor me and say yes.
Back tomorrow...hopefully more coherent than today!