I wasn't going to write anything today because I woke up feeling unchanged. Nothing to write. As the morning progressed, I was told by a co-worker that I looked pale, and that was confirmed by two others. I took a look at myself, and determined that it's no big deal. I'm sure it has something to do with my immune system being destroyed.
At about noon, my head compressed, my sinuses closed, I began to cough, and I was angered. A cold. Any other day, I would have my lunch bag with my arsenal of Alieve, Alka Seltzer Plus, and nasal spray, but today, TODAY, of ALL DAYS, I made my lunch and walked out the door, leaving it on the counter.
You have to understand that everyday, in my haste to get away from Phil's recount of his past night at work, his recount of what he heard on the radio, him showing me the new "Hot Rod" magazine, him reading all of the junk mail to me, and him yelling at me to come in and watch the cartoons he's DVR's for me that I tend to forget things. Today was no different. He had already told me how many parts he painted, what color they were, who he worked with, what his co-workers joked about, Lance Armstrong, his radio morning show recap, the junk mail, recounting the dryer repair man's words, the weather report, he had to make fun of Karen Minten and Channel 2 News, get upset about my laundry being on the sofa, get upset about the TV dying, told me what I needed to do today (as if working two jobs wasn't enough)...etc...etc. He was chasing me out the door (I was 20 mins late at this point, because he was determined that I would drive through the middle of a tornado this morning) abd I ran for my car - forgetting my lunch bag.
I don't want to go to work tonight. In fact, I'm longing for the comfort of my own bed right now. I'm not tired, but I'm longing for some Vick's Vapor Rub, my humidifier, and some Nyquil.
I have a sneaking suspicion where I received this funk. Lesson learned: When on Enbrel, stay far away from the sick - even if they say it isn't contagious.
No comments:
Post a Comment