Thursday I was sick. I’d felt it coming on all day Wednesday (headachey, sniffly, coughy, grumpy, and impatient) and was
not functioning at a very high level, if at all. So I took a sick day on
Thursday. It was MAGICAL. I stayed in bed until 12 when the Feef came
home for lunch, with broccoli+cheddar soup and a Rolo McFlurry in tow. Swoon. Then I got back in bed until he got off work around 5:00. I also repeated this routine on Friday. The term, “milking it” comes to mind.
I wouldn’t consider myself “cold prone,” but I do get at least one or two colds a year. Usually I load up on Sudafed, complain like it’s my job, and just keep truckin’. I think the worst cold I’ve had in a long time was when I was on vacation in ITALY with my sorority sisters. I was in bed by 10:00 on New Years while they all went to a party at one of my high school friend’s houses. I’m pretty sure it was the swine flu and it was literally the WORST few days EVER. I blame it on the pub crawl we did in Rome. DRAINING.
That’s us in downtown Napoli, a few days before 2010.
But considering the amount of “go” that I’ve been doing the past few weeks, I decided to cozy up with some hot cocoa and take a day off.
Buffalo slept with me all day. Truth be told, I think she needed a sick-day, too – after the flea bath we gave her!