A WEEK. Pretty much an entire week and five (5) boxes of Kleenex lost to a miserable virus, and lucky thing I have PTO coming out of my ears and a job that allows me to work from home when I’m too repugnant and miserable to be in public. I have inconvenienced my colleagues this week, and I am grateful for their indulgence.
Moral of the story, kids — prepare yourselves. The bug that’s going around this winter will kick your legs right out from underneath you and seal your respiratory system shut like one of Tony Soprano’s thugs poured concrete in your nose. If you start to feel unwell, enlist the ready aid of Emergen-C, zinc, doctors and science and etc. I was blase and expected ordinary bed rest over the weekend to be sufficient. I was soooooo wrong.
Anyhoo, I did manage to participate in a couple more movie Tweetalongs with Twitflix, and we had a GREAT time. Charles Band night in particular was superb. Has anyone ever said that and meant it? I’m saying it now. And no, I’m NOT still sick.
On the bright side, this means I won’t have to wait 6 months before I can eat spaghetti again.