Yep, still sick. Today went something like this:
7:10 a.m. Glare at alarm clock. Assess state of health: Just north of death warmed over. Decide to take sick day.
7:42 a.m. Wake up due to repeated ear shaking by one Seamus P. Hound. Congratulate dancing beagle. Blow nose. Take dog out.
8:10 a.m. Drag Seamus back to house before my nose starts running down my face.
8:12 a.m. Call boss, leave message about how I’m taking a sick day.
8:15 a.m. Decide to try to hold off on taking more cold medicine and try to sleep it off instead.
8:27 a.m. Ditch plan to delay next dose of cold medicine. Go downstairs, take pills. Go back to sleep.
11:00 a.m. Get up.
11:30 a.m. Check work email. Answer emails.
11:45 a.m. Decide to go to the grocery store for more juice.
12:10 p.m. Home again. Drink some juice. Juicy.
12:15 p.m. Go out in back yard to enjoy nice weather.
12:30 p.m. Time for more cold medicine.
1:10 p.m. Hungry. Consider making matzoh ball soup, but decide against it because I’m too damn tired. Heat up a can of soup instead.
1:20 p.m. Discover Battlestar Galactica on the SciFi channel. The old one, not the lame new version.
1:25-4:00 Prop myself up on the couch to watch three episodes in a row of Battlestar Galactica, periodically blowing my nose, coughing, and getting more juice or water. No one can accuse me of not trying to stay hydrated!
4:00 Ripley’s Believe It or Not comes on. No thank you. Find The Mummy Returns on some other channel. Watch that. Winona Judd and some guy in a cowboy hat keep popping up with little promos and making hard to read the many subtitles this movie has. I particularly hate the one where they are dancing. They’ve guaranteed I’ll never watch their stupid show. Not that there was much chance of that before, but still.
5:30 Extreme coughing fit hits exactly when I’m due for my next dose of cold medicine. Stagger off couch, take medicine.
5:47 Eat a few pretzels. Decide what I really want is popcorn. Make popcorn. Eat popcorn, with interference from popcorn stealing husband.
7:00 p.m. Wow, where did the day go?
7:15 p.m. Decide I have enough energy to make dinner. Penne with fake ground beef, tomatoes, garlic & onions. Yummy.
8:15 p.m. Walk dog. Start to feel very tired.
9:00 p.m. Settle in to watch previously recorded new episode of the Sopranos.
9:02 p.m. I know she’s just a fictional character, but it really pisses me off that fucking Janice has a baby and I’m infertile. I’m just saying.
10:00 p.m. For a little bit there, I thought the Sopranos was going to let me down. But they pulled it out in the end.
10:07 p.m. Take NyQuil.
10:15 p.m. Start composing wildly uncreative timeline post for blog. Blame it on the cold medicine.
10:30 p.m. Good night from Castle von Sickenstein.
This totally reminds me that I had a Battlestar Gallactica dream last night (yes, I'm a dork). It was a cool mix of the old and new versions of the show.
I hope you feel better!!
Feel Better!