It started Sunday. At one point I realized I was actually pushing my self propelled mower around my back yard. Actually, it looked more like one of those football tackle exercises with me shoving the full weight of my body against the handle bar of the mower as the wheels dug into the earth. But I didn't give up. I continued to mow more than half of my back yard in this manner. As I finished the last strip, I let the mower die and I wobbled over to take a seat and felt a million slugs slide down the back of my nasal passage and into my throat. So I was not surprised when I woke up Monday morning with a sore throat and an achy feverish body. I gave myself Monday. I spent most of the day curled up on the couch watching movies on Netflix or Amazon. Some where around two, I decided that I would probably feel better if I took a shower or at least brushed my teeth but as I wandered into the bathroom I realized that Mondays were "clean the bathroom" days. Of course, I know that sick days mean you are sick, therefor you must rest, but yeah...I cleaned the bathroom. I also took the dog on his walk (more like I let Hooper drag me along his walk) and set the garbage out on the curb. Because these are things I had to do. Just like I knew I had to go back to work on Tuesday because I had ordered cells from tissue culture and I knew they'd be ready for pick up and transfection and you can ignore about half of this sentence because it really doesn't matter. Let's just say I felt I had to be back to work. It didn't matter that I was still doing that hot/cold sweaty thing or that walking up a flight of stairs made me want to sit down hard on the top step.
Because it was important that I be at work! Important! I mean how else was I going to show everyone my new bra as I attempted to pull my long sleeved T over my head, accidentally dragging the bottom short sleeved T with it? They can't see me pull off that stunt at home now can they? Actually, you know what? I don't think any one really saw anything. At least this is what I'm going to tell myself.
Public Service Announcement: Sick people shouldn't go to work.