|Not really me. I don't look this great.|
In the meantime I tested the waters to see if I'm ready to be back at it. Clearly, I'm not up to the task. I vacuumed the living room and became winded. Yeah, that was pretty stupid, but it's a good test to see how "well" I am. Well being such a subjective word. The truth is, and the female among us will agree, I don't really know how to be sick. I'd have to be heavily sedated before actually taking to my sick bed and staying there. Sadly, it is how I'm wired.
Just this morning, I would have been quite happy to just lay about in bed, but my own body seems opposed to this idea. Sophia needed a note for school and as I sat on my bed writing it, the sneezing started. You guys know about that "issue" I have, right? Well, I was mid-sentence when I sneezed in rapid succession. Once, twice, three times. I was holding tight and hoping. I felt trapped. The pen went skittering across the page and then it happened. Sneeze number four. I wasn't able to get up in time and I was so worried about not spraying the note with my toxic sneeze as I tried to bury my nose in my elbow and well, my grip loosened. What's that you say? Yes, I leaked.
Well, there's something to be said for useful items like Poise pads or the like, but I'll be damned if I'm willing to go that route yet. And so my wimpy little Always thin absorbed as much as it could but not quite enough. I finished Sophia's note, made the necessary adjustments to my personal concerns and stripped the damned bed. The horror of it is that I had to remake it with un-ironed sheets. Could things get any worse?
That's never a good question to ask, is it?
The phone rang at 10:28a.m. I looked at the caller i.d. The orthodontist's office! Oh no! Nate had a 9:30 a.m. appointment. I coughed my way through telling the staffer that I'd gotten sick and completely forgotten even though I pressed #1 to confirm just the day before. She graciously made another appointment.
"You wouldn't want me there today anyway," I wheezed.
She laughed politely. "From the sounds of it, no."
And now I'm watching the clock because I'm to pick Sophia up at 3:15 from honor chorus. If I don't keep reminding myself of that, I'm afraid that I'll be getting a call from the school at 4:00 wondering where in the heck I am.
Update: I made it on time to pick up Sophia. I drove halfway home with the parking brake still on.
It's not everything I've ever wanted from life, but at least I didn't pee myself. That may be my new motto......