Cold of dooooooom.
Mar. 24th, 2008 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaYesterday morning before church, my throat felt a little scratchy.
By the time we got home and I put Alex down for a nap, things had progressed to the point where all I could do was lie in bed, shivering weakly.
Sore throat, body aches, alternating chills and sweats, stuffy nose, and this thing where I literally had to open my left eye this morning with my fingers because it was too gunky to open by itself. Yuck.
In two days, I have to get on a plane and fly to San Diego to deliver a paper at a scientific meeting.
Dooooooom.
I have stayed home from work today. I am going to drink tea, sleep, and read Georgette Heyer all day. Woe is me.
By the time we got home and I put Alex down for a nap, things had progressed to the point where all I could do was lie in bed, shivering weakly.
Sore throat, body aches, alternating chills and sweats, stuffy nose, and this thing where I literally had to open my left eye this morning with my fingers because it was too gunky to open by itself. Yuck.
In two days, I have to get on a plane and fly to San Diego to deliver a paper at a scientific meeting.
Dooooooom.
I have stayed home from work today. I am going to drink tea, sleep, and read Georgette Heyer all day. Woe is me.
