Out Sick
I’ve been pushing my body pretty hard lately with the move, unpacking, moving furniture around, working at work, and trying to have a social life. It finally caught up with me last night. I went to bed feeling a little off last night, and I hoped that it would pass. Unfortunately, it didn’t. I woke up this morning feeling achy all over, and a bit feverish.
Kiara always goes into work when she’s sick, and it invariably gets passed around the office, and back to her a few times before the process is over with. Work environments are like huge petri dishes just waiting to be embedded with a colony of germs. I will go to work when sick, but never on the first day of an illness. That’s when you’re most contagious, and I feel that going into work when contagious, then I’m just not respecting my co-workers by exposing them to my cold.
I really want to spend my time here at the house unpacking, but I know that if I do, I’ll just make myself worse. I’m not sure what to do with myself, so I think I’ll just sit around and maybe watch some TV. I know that I just have to avoid being downstairs where all of the boxes are at, or I know I’ll start lugging them around and unpacking them.
