Little Sickie

I feel like poo.

I've picked up a cold or something and it's kicking my butt. I can't breathe from my nose and when I can, it means that it's running. My eyes are puffy, my throat is scratchy and my nose is red and raw.  I am the epitome of sexiness.

So I haul my tired, poo-feeling butt in to work today.  I have a stack of things on my desk to get done, a ton of email to respond to and an annual report to begin working on but that isn't why I came to work today.  I came to work because today and tomorrow are the last two days to drop classes and I wanted to be here in case we had students who needed help.

Then a student pops her head into the office and asks me to guess what grade she's making in her history class.  When I croak out "I don't know, what grade?" she says "A 92- " then stops short as my voice registers with her and says, like she's annoyed,  "Is everybody sick?" then abruptly turns and walks away.

Oh, I'm sorry I put my personal comfort aside so I could be here to help. I'm sorry I came to work because I was worried that someone might come see me to drop and then just not do it because I wasn't here. I'm sorry if I feel like it's more important to be available on critical dates than it is to be sleeping. So. Terribly. Sorry.

I may be just a wee bit grumpy.

I do get it - who wants to be around someone that's sick?  But honestly, I think it's allergy/sinus stuff and not something contagious. Maybe I just don't take it seriously enough because I don't get why everyone is acting like I've got the plaque.

Like last night, when I got home. It was a little before midnight and of course, everyone was asleep. I crawled into bed and leaned in to give my husband a hello kiss and the first thing he did was pull away and say was "No! I don't want any of your disease." Of course, I thought he was kidding because um, hello, I've been gone for five days. That should be long enough for him to miss kissing me, right?  But no, he totally wasn't kidding.

Is a runny nose really that repulsive? Apparently so.

I did end up with a little peck on the cheek. A small compensation prize, right before he told me to scoot to the other side of the bed.

Thanks, honey, for making me feel like a biohazard.

I think ultimately,  I just need sleep. Conference was full of fun things, which meant late nights. I didn't actually get to go dancing - but I'm not bummed about it at all. In fact,  I had an even better time than I could have imagined.  It was...amazing.  It will definitely go down as my all-time favorite conference.

So yuck stuff and no sleep have me running on empty.   I think I'm going to call it a day and go home and take a nap.

And I may or may not intentionally cough all over my husband's pillow.