Weekend Cold

After being exposed to enough sneezing and coughing people, I was bound to get sick. It would be nice if my under-the-weather days planted themselves in the middle of the workweek and not the beginning of the weekend. My timing is all off.

On Saturday, I woke up with an achy body and runny nose. I was determined not to let that interfere with my plans, which included moving furniture that a friend had given me. While lifting and moving things, I must have experienced an adrenaline rush, because I didn't feel any soreness and my nose was fine. I thought that I had fought off the cold with some miraculous resistance. I was wrong. As soon as I sat down to rest on my "new" couch, the cold ambushed me.

The rest of Saturday and all of Sunday was rather a blur. This morning, I woke up feeling better. My body was saying that I was well enough to walk around slowly and make myself breakfast. I misunderstood and assumed I was well enough to go to work.

I took off after lunch, fearing that I would just make myself worse. A hot bowl of soup and nap on the couch, curled beneath a warm blanket, works minor wonders. A night of peaceful slumber (and a little medication) should do the trick.