Thursday, December 10, 2009
Being Haunted by the Ghosts of Christmas Phlegm
Despite recent events (and the incriminating photo of my bedside table riddled with pharmacological supplies), I stubbornly maintain I am not a pathetic, feeble, ill person! Apparently the spirit of such person is haunting my sinus cavities and wreaking havoc. I count it as a triumph that I was able to make it through a full 8 hour work day today (the first time this week!)
I believe part of what got me through was counting the number of pitying glances I received every time I blew my nose or rattled my clavicles with a cough. The total number? 32 fantastically shocked glances from my rockin co-workers...glances tinged with pity and a barely restrained urge to back away and douse themselves with hand santizer.
Of course the combination of Dr. Pepper, Cold Meds and a Cough Suppressant (which did NOT suppress!) also helped.
I am off to take my Rudoph-esque nose and crackling lungs to bed...I got a ton of "Mad Men" from Netflix and can't wait to get into a new series. I hope it doesn't suck, otherwise it's back to re-watching Gilmore Girls for the flobbity-jillionth time.