Oh, yeah. That would be me, lately. Sick, oh-so-sick…blah and ack. Last Thursday, which was a very hot (haute?) day indeed (I was dressed quite fetchingly, I must say) and feeling very “Power person of the female persuasion”, had aced several meetings in a row and was feeling pretty much a smart a$$ when I got into my cah to drive home. (That’s a Bawston accent, in case you wondered). Going home, I am facing west, of course, so at 4:00, the sun is just low enough to hit me in the face all the way home and typically, I have my AC running full blast just to breathe. In summer, of course. In winter, it’s already dark at 4:00, frequently snowing, and quite pretty, actually, if a tad too arctic for an aging old hippie like moi. But now it’s summer, and it’s the heat that we have to contend with.

Not so this past Thursday. Not so at all. After maybe ten minutes or so driving, I started to feel cold. No big deal. Flipped off the AC. Opened my window a bit, in fact, and let some of the hot breeze blow right in on me.

No good. Still cold. Goose-bumped, teeth-chattering cold, in fact. What’s THIS?

Well, I make it home, feeling progressively worse every mile of the way, and pretty literally FALL into the front door, where DH catches me and says, “Omigawd. You’re so Hot! (And methinks he wasn’t referring to either “haute” OR sexy-as-hell.) In FACT, I had a necklace on, and he unhooked it and handed it to me, saying “Here, Feel THIS…” And, sure enough, said necklace felt like it had just come from a blast furnace.

Well, we have no thermometers in the house. No little kids, and we’re (typically) so damned healthy it’s almost obscene (and we’re sure as hell not taking my temperature every morning in order to determine fertility for the day, either!) so never any need to measure temperatures or any of that silliness. So the best I can tell you is that I was hotter n’ hell, and the best course of action seemed to be to take a multiplicity of Ibuprophen and go on to bed since standing upright seemed to be giving me a headache.

Put on my bunny snuggly pajamas, which I ONLY wear on the coldest winter nights, but despite the fever, I was still shivering like crazy. Just the mildest feelings of soreness in the back of my throat - nothing that could accurately be described as “a sore throat”.

I slept surprisingly soundly, and woke up feeling better. No more fever, and no more chills. Great! I really didn’t want to stay home from work, because I’m in the middle of a big writing project with a deadline that’s rapidly approaching.

So, off I go, thinking that I’d just cleverly outwitted one of those 24-hour bugs and managed to vanquish it in about eight.

Hung in there real well until around 2:00. THEN here we go with the shivering and the teeth chattering. DAMN!

Raced home, more Ibuprophen, more sleep and like that all weekend except when I HAD to drag myself out to grocery shop on Sunday. The house was staple-less and relying on DH to get what we needed/I wanted would’ve been a disaster. By now, of course, I am coughing, sneezing, and throat & chest are sore, sore, sore! Sleeping is near impossible because when I lie down, I cough.

And yet, glutton that I am for punishment, I dragged back into work on Monday. Okay, to make a long story short, went in Monday, stayed home Tuesday & Wednesday, finally saw the doctor on Wednesday, got antibiotics (Bronchial infection) and an inhaler. Went into work on Thursday because I HAD to complete a deadlined project, but I’m home today for further recuperation.

So that’s where I’VE been……

AND checking in on my THREAD, which is a source of great disappointment to me. This slimy snake-oil saleman-type is STILL posting, and it looks like some of the old regulars have become discouraged and backed off some. He recently posted this SERMON-like diatribe about being saved and God’s plan for everyone and etc., etc., and “Praise the Lord” and hey! Isn’t there some kind of 3FC RULE that prohibits prosyletizing like that? (This is the same guy, who on other threads talks about all the beer he guzzles down, and the little blue pills he takes to make himself “hot to trot”.) Nobody on MY thread has ever brought up religion, and we got along great that way, you know? To each her own and all that. And I firmly believe in that - that we’re all entitled to believe what we believe and let others do their own thing as well. So, anyway, some of us are just ignoring him (I actually put a Pagan goddess picture in my signature to see if that would pi$$ him off…LOL), some are actually having conversations with him, and others are staying away.

I’ll deal with that fool when I’m feeling 100% myself. Maybe by Sunday.

I haven’t weighed myself. Was I supposed to?

 Tah,

E!