My wife. I love her. Ya know that part about "for better or worse"? Well I guess it also includes when your lovely bride gives you a cold that turns into an upper respitory infection--one that flatout knocked me for a loop. I went to work on Monday, wasn't feeling really good...but nothing horrible...with the plan being that if we washed out of trial that I would ask to go home early. Well naturally, we not only went to trial but ended up staying until after 6pm. So I was just exhausted when I got home. Woke up Tuesday, again not really feeling great, but not bad enough to where I had to stay home. That morning we did end up washing out of trial (thank God!) and afterwards I went home about 10am. I went home, rested up and took my medicine dutifully.....and then I woke up yesterday. During the night I had been up coughing and had slept really bad. When I woke up I told Kim that I wasn't going into work because I felt like complete shit. Not only that, I had the schmootz all over my eye. I hadn't had that happen in like 30 years and it stayed like that pretty much the whole day. Well, about 3pm Kim called (ain't she a peach?) and I told her that I was sorta worried about my eye, and she told me that I should see if the doctor could squeeze me in for an appointment. The doctor, totally to his credit, squeezed me in to his schedule and looked at me. He told me that I had the upper respitory thing that has been going around, that it would probably have to just run its course. He also told me that I had a "mild" case of pinkeye.
What does that mean? Do I have pinkeye? I mean, I hear the word "pinkeye" and I associate with this contagious disease that means your supposed to stay the hell away from people because it can spread so easily. So he explains that pinkeye is just an offshoot of any flu or heacold and that I have a mild case of it--that I have to use the Visine and make sure and keep washing my hands regularly, etc etc.
So when I got home, I called work and told them that they should probably make plans for me not to be there on Thursday.
So I wake up on Thursday and called in, telling them basically the truth. Wednesday I felt like complete shit, and Thursday morning I just felt like regular shit--but better than Wednesday. Thankfully, my eye looked better too. I had also switched from Robitussin (Chris Rock's favorite medicine---"Leg hurts? Take some Robitussin!")
to Tylenol and that seemed to be helping. The freakin Robitussin totally knocks you for a loop after a day or two. I mean, I was walking around like a zombie.
So anyway, that's where I stand right now. I think that I should be able to go back to work tomorrow--just in time to work a calendar call. UGH.
That is, unless my wife gives me another cold.
Later,
Jeff
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