So yeah, I'm still sick. I'm feeling better, but not great yet. I've made it to work every day since monday though (despite my Very Late Arrival on wednesday), so that's a sign I'm healing. Albeit slowly.
When my boss heard me speaking this morning he asked me, "You're still sick??" I still have that thick, raspy, "something's weird in my sinuses" sound to my voice. But it's only been... (counts on fingers) ...six days, so I think that's fairly normal. Isn't it? Maybe he's just impatient. Not that I'd mind if I were better already, but this does seem like the standard timeline.
I'm glad it's friday. Seems like almost everyone on my friends list is going out of town this weekend. Not me: I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend of lots resting, reacquainting myself with my cats, laundering my clothes, and paying my bills. And more resting. And hopefully shaking this darn cold!
Ahhh....hot soup and cheetos for lunch. Yum, and feels good on my throat. (Well, the soup does at any rate.) I have more to say, but I'll probably have to wait until later to say it. Time to do some work.