I woke up at 4:30 and took a quick shower. Sometimes I feel better after a shower. This morning, I did not.
I emailed out sick at quarter to 5. I really did want to go to this retreat, but I’ve reached the wracking cough stage. it would have been disruptive and pitiful to show up in a mask and have coughing spasms. Plus, I wasn’t sure I was up to 4 hours of driving for the round trip.
I woke around 1 after my cold medicine wore off and couldn’t get back to sleep for coughing until I took some more medicine and it kicked in.
Today was just like yesterday and the day before. I drank copious amounts of tea and water. Had some soup. Some cold medicine. Let the TV play whatever while I rested on the couch or in the bed.
One different thing was that I cried in bed for missing Ambrose. I’ve been too sick to cry the last two days, but today I guess I’m getting a bit better. I thought about how I’d be snuggling my head in his lap and he’s stroke my hair or my shoulder. The feel of him. The smell of him. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel up to making some homemade chicken soup. Probably not. He made delicious chicken soup.
The other things I’m doing besides hydrating is keeping myself warm. Trying to sweat out the sickness. I’m going to take a hot shower and then go to sleep. I’ll probably need to take more medication in the night. I think I’ll be up for working remotely tomorrow. I hope so, because I do not have an abundance of sick time and I’d hate to dip into my vacation leave.
