- 29 March 2001
Sick of being sick
I am so tired of being sick. Lee came down with a bad cold Monday night; his boss sent him home Tuesday at lunch. By Tuesday evening I was starting to not feel well. Yesterday morning I woke up and was unable to breathe, so I called in. My lips are chapped, my sinuses are throbbing, my nose is raw because we didn't have any proper kleenex in the house until last night, and to top it all off, I was crampy all day. It really sucks to be me right now.
On the other hand, Lee went grocery shopping last night, so I didn't have to do that. He came home and brought me drugs: handed me two pills and a cup of water and said "Take these." It wasn't until after I'd taken them that I found out they were NyQuil capsules. Since it was only about 6 when I took them, I drifted in and out of consciousness most of the evening. The only time I really woke up was when, being the darling that he is, Lee brought me some chicken soup. I woke up for good around 9:30 or so, but I wasn't up for long.
This morning, Lee got up when he usually does, around 7:15 or so, and took a shower. He brought me some breakfast, and was getting dressed and all those other fun morning rituals. At 7:39am, when he mentioned getting to work early, I looked at the clock and swore. I had to be at work at 8 rather than my usual 8:30 this morning. It's been a long time since I got ready quite so quickly. Lee was impressed, actually. And yes, I did make it.
So why did I have to be in early? The hospital requires us to have a certain number of continuing education hours every year. One course is required: Guest Relations. That's where I was at 8am, trying not to breathe on anybody. It worked out that the group I was in contained two people from Lee's department, and someone with whom I went through the first orientation. She and I actually started work on the same day. Starting Monday, we'll be able to get paid for taking days off.
No, I won't be paid for taking yesterday. I won't be paid for the hours I left work last Thursday, either. But I think those two days will be on separate paychecks, which will help us in our house-hunting adventures. Those will continue this weekend, assuming we're not still comatose from various drug combinations.
Speaking of which, it's time for my next dose.
