Knocked Around...and then some

So I'm finally back and going after having every sickness under the sun last week. Most of my friends and coworkers have been getting either a sinus infection, bronchitis, or some type of flu that knocked them on the azzes for a few days. After seeing all these things going around for over the last couple of weeks, I was sure that if it hadn't hit me yet I was going to be lucky enough to not catch anything. After all since quitting smoking months ago, I hadn't gotten sick at all, and believe me when I say for me, that's really good.

Well I couldn't not have been more wrong than I have ever had been before. While visiting my mom and sister two weekends ago I started not feeling to good but just thought it was a minor cold from the constant change in temperature. I ended up leaving earlier than I wanted to to make the 2 1/2 hour drive home with a stop or two on the way; which by the way made my trip turn into a 5 hour one. By the time I finally got home, all I wanted to do was go to bed and sleep off the feeling of weariness. This of course wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, and lay there tossing and turning and in turn feeling worse. I ended up waking up early (as in before the sun even thought to come out) and realizing I had no voice and feeling very nauseous and overall that complete crap. So I had to take that step and email (since I couldn't talk) my boss and a coworker to let them know that there was no way I'd be making it into the office that day. Well as the day went on, I got sicker and weaker; then so forth to the next day and so on.It turns out that I had everything above mentioned, on top of having a couple of bad asthma attacks due to being do sick. So I ended up missing all week of work (well okay was forced to go in on Friday or I would be "reprimanded" by the big wigs). Let me just tell you how much I was was peeved and ended up napping on and off at the office because I still wasn't fully well, but mostly because I was "showing" them that I was in protest for being forced to work when I clearly was in no shape to be out of bed, and especially not at work where I deal with people all day.

Now it's Monday and I'm almost better, though I wouldn't have objected to another day of rest and relaxation. I'm eating again, which is a really good thing considering I did way too little of that last week; I'm also able to get up and down the stairs at my house without completely loosing my breath and having to rest in between each trip I had to make. And yes, in case you are wondering, I did make a visit to the doctors but of course they are complete idiots and if they don't know what is wrong they seem to give you amoxicillian and tell you to check back in in about a week for a checkup. Sometimes I really think that I'm in the wrong profession, because I'm sure I could manage to tell people a general answer and get paid twenty-something an hour to do so.