Ouch
I am ill. I am under the weather. I am out of sorts. I am avec cold.
I am sick as a dog. And I am miserable.
I am having trouble breathing, have post-nasal drip, headaches, cough, pre-cankerous blooms inside my mouth (which are going to get much worse before they get any better), massive allergic symptoms, whole body ache (different from normal), fever, and — get this — pronounced knee and thigh pain.
Niall has a constellation of symptoms strongly correlating to mine, including the leg pain, bizarrely.
We each started showing symptoms on the same day: two days ago, on Wednesday. We had spent the preceding weekend together. There is no solid proof of who infected whom, but assuming it was one of us to the other of us, and given that I spend my days immersed in high-tech culture while he spends his days immersed in germ culture, it is not difficult to surmise who is more prone to rhinovirus and influenza, and who is more prone to Michaelangelo and Concept.
I’m actually sick enough that I’ve asked Jenn to keep Niall with her over the weekend. There’s no way I can be single parent and keep up with Niall this weekend feeling like this.
If I were not already disabled, I would have taken today off work.
Blech. Ouch. Blech.
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March 8th, 2008 at 9:52 am
Feel better fast! I suggest rest, broth, rest, laughter, rest, and rest. Love!