Monday, February 11, 2008

An Uncomfortable Disclosure

I'm sick. There I said it.

Perhaps it's a futile hope that if I don't admit to being sick, I won't be sick. Or maybe it feels like acquiesing to defeat. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this but...I am sick. There, I said it again.

I felt bad this weekend, but didn't think too much of it. I slept almost all day Sunday, that was the first sign I tried to deny. The noze was stuffy too. The second sign, and denial attempt. Woke up this morning and felt like death. Like a trooper I covered a meeting, and immediately came home. Checked my temperature - 101.1F. Pretty hard to ignore that one! Off to bed I went, and have stayed until now. I'm up eating some chicken soup, crackers, and sprite. Then back to bed.

Thus far it's just in the head. With my still sore wibs I'm petrified of this turning into a chest cold or cough.


Jane said...

I'm sick too! ugh. Thought I escaped the cold season. Can't train :(