Or afternoon, if you're picky about that sort of thing.
As of today, I have been sick for 13 days. I thought I was getting better because my throat stopped hurting, but then the congestion and sinus headaches settled in. For the past few days I haven't been able to breathe out of my nose and made a lot of people uncomfortable by using tissues extensively in public.
This morning, I was supposed to go into work at 9 and attend my first class in Database Design at 1. Sweetie woke me up at 7:30. I had Honey Nut Cheerios at 8. And by 8:30 I was back in bed, sacrificing work in the hope of sleeping it all off before class. Then I woke up and hey, it's 2:15.
Fortunately, they were only doing an introduction to Microsoft Access today, which I don't need because I had to use it when I worked at CeDIR.
I'm not used to being sick. At all. Which means these weeks have been horrible for me. Also for Sweetie, because he gets to listen to a broken record sputter, "I can't swallow! I can't breathe! I can't taste anything!"
From now on, I'm getting my 3-5 servings of plant-matter per day. I'm also keeping the medicine cabinet stocked with sinus headache medicine that did not expire last year.