Generally, I only really get sick once or twice a year. I’m certainly not chalking that up to some superhuman immune system or anything. I’m fairly certain, however, that working in a mostly uninsulated metal shop means I’m probably walking around with some trace-level cold of some sort, so maybe it’s just that I don’t NOTICE most of the time that I’m sick. Either way, I’m mostly functional most of the time. The downside to this is that when I DO feel it, it really sucks.
Which brings me to this past week. Over Memorial Day weekend, I was kinda feeling a nagging cold setting in, which is part of the reason for my abandonment of any plans for productivity (the other part was pure unadulterated sloth). So Tuesday I go back to work, and by the end of the day, the way fun sinus-y part of whatever it is I’ve been carrying around kicks in. So I do the relatively safe thing and stay home Wednesday. By Thursday morning, I’m feeling better, so I figure I’m over the hump…
HA! Joke’s on me! Apparently, Thursday was the momentary respite designed to lull me into a false sense of security, because Friday I wake up to the sensation of my skull being cleft in twain. The last couple of days have really sucked– every time I tried to sit up, my sinuses just laughed and pimp-slapped me back down.
“Ho ho!,” my sinuses said. “Lookit Mr. Smart Guy, trying to sit up! Ever wonder how it would feel to have an iron spike lanced through your temples? Feels something like THIS!” [Insert throbbing pain across the middle third of my head, punctuated by whining]
In short, I watched a lot of bad TV from the couch while drinking a LOT of fluids over the last couple of days. Feeling better this morning, so I’ve been running some errands. Hopefully, I’m finally over the hump and can get back to the land of the living. And if past history is any indication, I should be good for 4-6 months.
And I’m pretty sure it was not Swine Flu, so those jokes can stop now.