Illness shouldn't be allowed on holiday weekends

Okay, so a tip for all of you workaholics out there - if you're sick, and may be contagious - STAY HOME! You may have a lot of work to do, but you know what? It will still be there when you feel better, and staying home has the wonderful benefit of making you someone who is sparing his or her colleagues from catching the dread disease that has you feeling so low.

And as you may have guessed, someone at my work (my boss) was sick last week, and instead of staying home, she came in anyway because she - you guessed it - had too much to do! And that's all well and good if she was the only one to suffer, but when I wake up on Saturday morning, which happens to be the first day of a three day holiday weekend, and have a sore throat which quickly turns into the beginning of a beauty of a cold, then suddenly I'm suffering too, and I'm not happy about it. She is SO going to hear about this on Tuesday morning.

Of course, Jamie was sick, too, but he only worked half a day in his sick state, and he stayed home the next day, so I don't blame him. :)

Anyway, I got up this morning and went to the grocery store right away and got drugs (and groceries), so I'm currently medicated. My Dayquil is wearing off, although it didn't seem to do much to begin with, and my Advil are kicking in, so I'm not feeling too bad at this moment. I'm well enough to play my Sims, but not well enough to go to my sister's cookout today. Oh well. Maybe I'll feel well enough by Monday to go roller skating with Jamie and Sarah on our day off.

Oh, and one more thing. I think someone needs to remind me from time to time that when I get up at 12:45 to use the bathroom, I am going to be far too fuzzy headed to think clearly. Especially when my throat was already hurting then. 'Cause I got up this morning at 12:45, and used the bathroom, washed my hands and was getting ready to stumble back to bed when I heard water running, and it sounded like it was in the basement. So I put on my boots (my basement is not finished, and the first half has a dirt floor) and my jacket with the hood up (to shield me from spiders, of course), and I go downstairs to investigate. I was worried that I had pipes leaking, or that the water pump was broken again, and was wondering what in the world I was going to do about it at 1:00 in the morning. Well. It was just the water softener backwashing, like it does every night about that time, only I'm usually asleep and can't hear it. I absolutely hate my basement, and don't even like to go down there in the daylight, much less at 1:00 in the morning. I put some salt in the water softener while I was down there, because it was almost empty, and since I was there, why not? Then I came back upstairs, washed my hands again to get the basement yuck off of them, and went to bed, where I laid in bed for half an hour imagining that there were crawly things on me from the basement before I finally went back to sleep.

Sigh. My vacation is not starting well. And now I need to get back to playing my Sims. I hope you are having a much better Saturday than I am.