Ugh. I despise being sick, but here I am, lying in our bed, while my gracious husband is cleaning up our kitchen. (we have a lovely Christmas visitor in the form of a mouse!)
I rarely get really sick-I had a bit of congestion earlier this fall, but it was mostly allergies and such; I haven't been knocked out like this in a looong while. I stayed home on Wednesday this week for part of the day; I was tired and blah, but nothing too awful. Then Friday morning I woke up and whoa. Hello man-voice. Hello pounding head. Hello just plain awfulness.
I stayed home all day Friday and 'rested'. Ha. My form of resting was reviewing CN and submitting a report and checking emails. I did, however, manage a short nap, read a little bit, and watched Anne of Avonlea. And my work was done from a comfy perch on the sofa, so I think that counts. Kind of. I have SUCH a difficult time just doing nothing. Especially when that 'doing nothing' transfers to days of doing nothing.
Saturday I slept in until 10:45. 10:45!!! What the...? Then I just hung around the house, watching Food Network, until we went to see a movie in the afternoon. I figured that getting out of the house for that couldn't be much different than watching a movie at home, right? We then went to Jim's work Christmas party. I shouldn't have gone, but far be it from me to stay at home when there's a party going on! :S It was a lot of fun, and I'm glad I went, but I feel like poo again today.
Thus...here I am. In bed. Mouse poop being cleaned up in the kitchen without me. Well...maybe there are some reasons to be thankful I'm sick-I don't mind leaving the mouse poop for someone else. ;)
My husband keeps coming in to tell me I 'should be sleeping' and not on the computer...so I suppose I'll stop my random jaunt of typing *insert sneeze here* just to pass the time and try to actually get some REAL rest.
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