31 January
So, this afternoon I thought "Hey, I'm well enough to start writing every day again!" but before I could start the entry I fell over and started snoring like an ox again.
I really do feel better, though I sound worse, and I really only have the energy to stay up for four hours at the most. I feel slightly less like Beth March sitting in bed with fever-bright eyes being fed spoonfuls of broth through cracked lips. Not much less, but slightly.
On the other hand, Patrick the Little Spartan wrote every second during his hospitalization and his entire body falling apart like a pack of cards, so I feel a little embarrassed that I missed two or three entries just because of some little old viral infection or other.
I had a call today from the Evil Overlord.
I was pretty certain that she wasn't calling to yell at me for being out of the office for so long, but just in case, when I called her back, the first words out of my mouth were that I almost couldn't walk when I went to the doctor's office on Monday, and how she told me that I had to stay out all week, and I was thinking about how I was actually glad that my voice is almost entirely gone from all of the coughing, so I didn't have to try to sound sicker or anything, but then she stopped me and said that she wasn't calling to find out if I was really sick or anything, but because of the 1099s.
Of course, I am the only one who does them, and they needed to go in the mail by today. They were all done but three, because the numbers were being looked at, and she was checking which three. Of course, as I write this I just remembered a fourth. I'll call and leave a message. It turns out that The Raccoon is out, too, so the Accounting Department as a whole has been decimated by disease.
I felt guiltier than ever about staying out, so I told her that I would try to come in on Friday, if I felt better, and she practically yelled at me, "Don't! Don't you come in until you are all better, I don't want you to sort of feel better and then relapse! Let me know if you need more time off." So now I feel kind of like a weight is off me, not having to wonder if I should be at work.
I am all tired again, and must lay down before I fall down. Tomorrow I will tell you about all of the rehearsals that I have been having, illness or no!
Today's horoscope:
A small sacrifice now leads to a large gain later. You build your assets bit by bit.
One year ago today:
EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT
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