Well, I thought yesterday evening the recovery train had pulled all the way into the station. Bob made crock pot rouladen. It was really good. And I was really hungry. At last.
Then, my fever returned last night. Not bad, but I’m officially sick of drinking Gatorade and tea, and I’m officially sick of being sick. While I did read most of the weekend (man, I haven’t done that forever), I’d like to do something else now. So, white blood cells: get back to work.
And memo to the coworker who took the entire box of tissues from the women’s restroom: Dude. Couldn’t you haven’t taken a few back to your desk like the rest of us were doing? And speaking of the rest of us. We’re forming a posse. If we find you and the hoarded tissue box, you’re in trouble.
Just sayin’.
Writing Wrongs 
Yuck, I hope you’re feeling better soon! Everyone around here is sick too and it’s beginning to get on my nerves. 🙂 And what’s up with the tissue thief? How rude!
Wait… wait…
Why are you at work when you’re sick and running a fever? Why are you SPREADING your germs? For the love of all that’s holy: STAY HOME.
Just saying.
Ah, yes, the little “trick” whatever this crud is plays on you. I had that, too. For just a few hours, you think, It’s over, I’m better.
And then it nails you to the wall.
Feel better soon.
{{{{{Charity}}}}}
Um, sounds like you and I have been in the same wayward land… Hope you’re feeling better. I’m starting to.