Yesterday morning I woke up with a raging headache and a throbbing sore throat. So I took a sick day and skipped work (except I didn't really skip work since I kept refreshing Outlook on my laptop to make sure I wasn't missing anything).
Needless to say I think my sudden bout of sickness is from my recent case of running-myself-ragged-from-the-crazy-amount-of-work-I've-been-doing-and-that-little-thing-called-moving-plus-all-that-jetlag-from-all-that-jet-setting syndrome.
I have this problem of pushing myself so hard for multiple weeks at a time that all of a sudden my body just crashes. I did this in college once - commuting twice a week in and out of the city for my internship, balancing three classes on top of that, and editing the school newspaper late into the night...not to mention my nights of binge drinking - all led me to crash myself straight into the hospital with some mysterious stomach pains that were never really identified.
So to avoid doing that to myself again, I didn't push myself to go to work yesterday. Instead, I took the day off to answer my important e-mails from my couch while watching reruns of Beverly Hills 90210 (gotta catch up before the new 90 starts in a few weeks!) and drinking what felt like gallons of water and ginger ale.
Unfortunately, I only feel a tiny bit better today and I also have the unfortunate luck of having a work event to work/plan tonight. In other words, it's going to to be a long night of schoomzing clients and refilling trays of crudite and antipasto.
I am just so over being sick. Normally, I love getting sick. I know, it's kinda weird. But it's like a free 'get out of jail' free card. No work and an excuse to sit on the couch or lay in bed all day. That is so right up my alley.
But today I just want to be healthy. I want to not have a fever. I want my throat to stop aching. I want food to taste good again. And I would love it if my eyes weren't permanently half-shut. That way I could make this party that best party it can be.
Instead, I am so over it.