New Years Eve, I started to feel a little stuffy, and my sinuses were a wee bit sore, but I thought, “meh…I’m prone to stuffy noses, I’ll just do a Nettie Pot on my nose, irrigate the little annoying sinus cavities and I’ll be good to go.”
I did that, and it felt great. I knew for sure I was good to go.
I napped before we prepared for the festivities here in town. We were going to a friend’s house for a party and I planned to ring in the New Year with a good buzz on, even splurging on a six-pack of Coronas. (Hey, we’re on a budget now, remember?)
Problem was, the minute, I walked in the door to the party, my left nostril decided to open its flood gates and I spent the rest of the night wiping my nose with a tissue. By 11pm, I was already feeling achy and feverish, my nose by that time, was red and raw. I had Dusty and Howard bring me my food plates because I didn’t want to be touching and breathing over the food.
By the time midnight rolled around, I could barely register a smile, my head pounded, my eyelids felt heavy and all I wanted was my bed.
Shortly thereafter, I walked in the house, made a beeline for the bathroom to brush my teeth, traded my clothes for pajamas, and slid between my beloved sheets and down comforter. I barely remember Howard kissing me on my forehead and telling me “goodnight”.
I woke up feeling like I’d actually finished those Coronas and then some on New Years Day and I’ve felt pretty much the same since. Now my entire face aches. My gums were swollen and itchy last night(I know, WTF?) and I have congestion in my chest. Being that I now work at a health center, my boss and co-workers are all for my staying at home and getting better, which is good, I guess. Problem is, I’ve not taken a real sick day in a loooong time. I can’t even remember the last time.
When Howard and I ran the store, we really couldn’t take sick time. We had to suck it up and deal, and truth be told, probably spread our germs to half the town in doing so. It’s weird being at home, sick, head pounding, with the nagging guilt that I should be at work, learning my new job.
I figure tomorrow, I’m going in anyway. I’ll wear a mask and stick cotton balls up my nose, if my body still isn’t cooperating.
The germs may not be spread but the rumors from the mask and cotton balls alone will be worth my presence, don’t you think?