Poo poo on a stick...that is how I feel.
I've been ill since Saturday, though I was really tired Friday evening. I've gotten about 69 hours of sleep since Friday evening (and I typically average 4-6 hours of sleep a night). I'm really out of whack. I'm a tea addict and I don't want any tea. I'm loathe orange juice but I'm actually enjoying it so much that I'm thinking about getting some more.
I begged to go in for work yesterday and my coworker told me to stay home, that I sounded like Darth Vader and might scare people. I knew she was right. I left a message for someone I'm doing a project for in another department who was having a problem and she responded via voicemail saying she took care of it and to please stay home and call her only when I'm better. They sent me away again today. It's just me and the cat at home. The drugs I'm taking that are supposed to be "nighttime formula" are making me hyper. Thank you Theraflu.