blaaaarg

I'm sick.  I've been sick for almost two weeks now.  Initially... I had the flu.  There's no mistaking the aches and the crazy ass freezing/fever burning that goes on when one has the flu.  Fortunately... I got sick on a Friday, and spent the bulk of my weekend sick as a dog.

Did I rest?  ... not enough most likely.  I had a big art contract to get busy on and several critical projects at work.  So, I propped myself up in front of the TV with lots of glasses of liquid and worked.  My neighbors, afraid of my germs, at least popped by morning and evening to make sure I didn't need anything and to bring me small plates of food to nibble on.  And that's all I did..nibble.  That's all I'm STILL doing... the nibbling.  Everything still tastes a bit funny and I just don't feel the urge to eat.

But it's the cough that's really killin' me.  Prone to Bronchitis since I was pregnant with my son, I catch it as soon as I catch anything else.   Tiny cold gets extended into at least 3-4 weeks of coughing and creeping out everyone in the office (I work with a large population of germophobes).

yay rah.

-_-

so now that I read the thermometer and it tells me that I'm back up to a 100.8 degree fever...  going to drag myself (literally) to the stove long enough to heat up some soup...then collapse in my bed with the goggie and the kitten.  I've completed and billed the art contract and don't have any more big contracts lined up yet.

YET.

so I'm off to try and get better.

*really wishing one could download hot steamy soup off the interwebz*