This is a completely nonsensical out of order blog post. You’ll have to deal with my fuzzy sick brain. #SorryNotSorry
I’ve been dying.
Since Monday, I’ve felt like death.
I’m also a moron who trudged her way into work for the last half of the day on Monday, even though I knew I was super sic, and then made my way to the bitterly cold Bears game thanks to my die hard Bears fan nature.
But it was worth every minute of it. Because I was going to be sick regardless. And they only retire a jersey once. And it was Da Coach’s jersey. And I was there.
I was also freezing cold. And dying.
When I got home, my fever was 102.6. And I hadn’t had anything to eat all day. Tea, chicken broth, 7up and hot chocolate. No solid food.
And Brian seemed…upset.
Something about me. And stupidity. And health. And stupid football. Or something like that.
He doesn’t understand.
Then he kept waking me up and checking my temperature. I just wanted to sleep! Come to think of it, when he had bronchitis last week, I let him sleep!
Apparently, I forgot how debilitating the flu is.
And just a few months ago, I was talking about how silly the flu shot is and how I rarely get the flu anyways and how it makes you feel sick and I don’t think any of my excuses even matter anymore because I’m getting the fucking flu shot next year.
Brian got the flu shot. And he didn’t get my disease. Of course, he had his own bronchitis last week, which I didn’t get (thanks to my sinus infection and the antibiotics in my system).
Anyways, so I was off sick on Tuesday. Worked from home yesterday. Hopefully working from home one more day today to help me feel a bit stronger on my feet. I’m seriously like a child learning to walk. I tumble and stumble and fall all over our apartment. I’ve been walking like my 89 year old grandfather used to. And whining. A lot of whining.
I’m not a good sick person. At all.
Brian is kind of a saint for dealing with me. But only a little bit.
I just hope that the 4 hours I went into the office on Monday didn’t negatively affect my co-workers. Because I wouldn’t wish this shit on anyone.
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