When It Rains, It Pours
I’ve been sick since Monday–some allergy/sinus thing that has me headachey with a sore throat. It happens whenever the weather changes by 20+ degrees overnight. Being pregnant, the only medicines I can take are Tylenol and Rubitusson DM–not much relief. Why is it when I am at work it seems I spend a lot of time daydreaming about being home and vegging on my couch, but when I am sick it feels like punishment to veg on the couch? I HATE daytime television, and was too tired to pop in a netflix movie (but not tired enough to actually get a good nap going). And for some reason, bloggers seemed to take yesterday off (of course!).
I was feeling well enough to do some work from the couch, but I didn’t plan on not going into work, so I didn’t have any files with me. So I did a whole lot of nothing yesterday. And it sucked. And has left me with nothing to blog about. Even the lazy cat didn’t want to nap with me–she actually jumped off the bed when I joined her in it and went to sleep on the chair in the den. How rude! I am really starting to get a complex about this animal. Maybe it’s my sickened mind talking, but I am beginning to question whether she likes me at all. Like I need this pressure in my life!
It makes me think of Human League’s “Don’t You Want Me” song: “I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around . . . . But don’t forget it’s me who put you where you are now And I can put you back down too.” She knows I want her love and attention and for that very reason she holds out on giving it to me. Damn cat. I was happy to think about going to work today just to avoid being subjected to her rejection yet again. Unfortunately, I woke up at 3am with an even more swollen throat. Now I am losing my voice. Ugh.