Airborne Failed Me

I have a head cold. It's a half-assed one which is annoying. I mean, if I am gonna feel achy, stuffy headed, sneezey and sore throated, at least hit me with it full force. Chock it up to my Aries nature, but I don't like to do things half-way.

I tend to catch a cold when a) I have way too much work to do, b) I have a very full social calendar and c) the weather is nice outside. At work, I can't call in sick even though I have about 3 weeks of sick time. It feels like there are only 4 of us who work there so with one person out, we feel the crunch. Besides, I have people to supervise, an event to plan, volunteers to schedule, a phone to answer and checks to sign. Every night this week, I have something scheduled. Leave it to my immune system to go and screw it all up.

I forget to eat when I am sick. Like yesterday, I hadn't eaten since 8:00 am. It was about 5:30 pm when I realized I should probably eat. But then nothing sounded good. My taste buds are dormant. They don't care about soup or toast. They washed their taste bud hands of the whole thing. I settled on a Jamba Juice thinking, it's fruity and you can get a boost which will be "healthy." It ended up tasting so sweet, I felt like I was drinking sugar. And trust me when I tell you, I generally do not suffer from a sugar sensitivity. On the way back to my office (for a meeting that no one showed up for- ahem!) from Jamba Juice, I glanced in the window of a local bookstore. Lucky me, I managed to catch a glimpse of a fella mining for gold. Ugh, why must people do these things in public. It is downright nauseating. And while I am complaining, what is with the spitters?!

I can't really sleep well when I am sick. I have bizarre dreams. I wake up 100 times. Mostly, this time around, I wake up due to cats who think that 3:00 am is the perfect time to practice acrobatics and kitty derby. I am not amused. I have resorted to laying down the law, wielding my trusting spray bottle. That'll learn 'em!

And then! Well. . . I've got nothing. You see, when I am sick, I am not that amusing. Well, I AM but only to myself. All I've got for you is rants on bad sleep and public nose pickers. Tune in tomorrow for The Tire Tread Debacle & Why Headbands Give Me Headaches. Riveting. Sincerely.