The Plague
Woke up this morning. Felt better, in the sense of "not as sick as I have been" but not in the sense of "completely healthy". Took my temperature: 97.7. My temperature when healthy runs a little low (98, I think), so that seemed normal. I got up and packed my lunch, just like I expected to go to work. Including tea. Because I am still not healthy enough for Diet Coke.
(I miss Diet Coke more than I can readily describe.)
I croaked at Lut to ask him to help me find the medicine I got on Tuesday, when I went to the urgent care clinic. He found it, cleverly hidden in the first place I looked (this has been happening to me a lot lately). I took the Dayquil clone.
An hour later, I dressed for work. Lut asked, "So you're going to work and give the gift that keeps on giving?"
"I don't have a fever. I shouldn't be contagious."
As I prepared to walk out the door, I thought, Why am I sweating?
...
I took my temperature again. 99.6.
*sigh*
Wow, this thing has really lingered. -_- So staying home sick again. At least I definitely don't have to call in sick for the next two days.
(I miss Diet Coke more than I can readily describe.)
I croaked at Lut to ask him to help me find the medicine I got on Tuesday, when I went to the urgent care clinic. He found it, cleverly hidden in the first place I looked (this has been happening to me a lot lately). I took the Dayquil clone.
An hour later, I dressed for work. Lut asked, "So you're going to work and give the gift that keeps on giving?"
"I don't have a fever. I shouldn't be contagious."
As I prepared to walk out the door, I thought, Why am I sweating?
...
I took my temperature again. 99.6.
*sigh*
Wow, this thing has really lingered. -_- So staying home sick again. At least I definitely don't have to call in sick for the next two days.