I wish I could write that I was feeling 100% myself…well, I do feel like myself--myself when I'm sick. Argh.
Yesterday, I was moving slowly, but I got myself into the office by 11am. Not too shabby. I took care of a few things and worked through the email.
By 5:30, when I left, I was completely exhausted. Ridiculous! I ate a light supper, did a little knitting (yes, still obsessed) and slept hard. Or maybe not. I was coughing and sniffling all night. And "clicking." Ok, the clicking--when I have an itchy throat I made this clicking noise with my tongue in order to "scratch" the back of my throat. So, I was "clicking" all night. Clicking, coughing, sniffling and sneezing! Wonderful.
I could not get myself out of bed this morning. I decided one more day at home is needed. I was just too isolated from two days almost totally solo.
My plan for today is to drink lots and lots of tea. I ran out of green tea…but Pele brought me some oolong and jasmine back when she went to Taiwan a couple of months ago so I'm breaking them out. The oolong is good stuff.
I wish I had something more interesting to share. Un fortunately, the inspiration has all been whisked out of my head and replaced by headache. Boo.
Luckily, I'm over whatever sadness I felt about that ex-bf of mine. It was a fleeting feeling, thank goodness. I talked to work-friend, Nancy, yesterday and she pointed out, "You would have been waiting a long time for that guy. He just had a kid a year ago? And you dated him when you were 19?" True enough. But I'm still waiting…for something. I have to stop that.
Also, I'm loving facebook. My most recent friend is a fellow I knew in junior high school, "Sean." I'm not sure why I thought to look him up, but it may be because I told this story recently:
Sean and his best buddy were very popular in the eighth grade. The dressed like those guys in the Stray Cats--leather jackets and hair-dos and all. Sean's sister, April, was a senior and the most popular and admired girl in school. Ours was an artsy type school, so she was popular for her dramatic prowess and new-wave-ish style clothes. The less popular kids were more punk rock. One day, I ran into Sean and his buddy, and they teased me, "You're just trying to look like April. You want to be like April!"
I lied. I said, "No. This is just how I dress. I don't know what you mean."
They laughed and walked away. It was one of the happiest days of my junior high existence. I managed to look enough like April to be teased about it! Perfection.
In case you're wondering, my outfit consisted of: blue navy shell that once belonged to my mother, old enough to be vintage; a very thin knit burgundy cardigan with a black horizontal pin stripe, scavenged from my step-mother; a teal-green pleated mini-skirt that was actually a split-skirt, but you couldn't tell; black tights…and which shoes? Probably the black leather slip-ons with elastic on the side--sort of like little booties, but shorter. Ah, mid-'80s fashions, I did love them.
I don't care how lousy I feel tomorrow, I'm definitely going back to work. Enough is enough!
Grateful for: my fashion sense.