Tengo la gripa. That means I have the flu. Some of the people at work insisted on coming in, even though they were deathly ill. So now I'm sick. Really sick. I have a philosophy about being sick and work. Whether or not you get sick days, DON'T GO INTO TO WORK, for three reasons: (1) Obviously, you will infect everyone else around you and, in our case, even our customers. "Thank you for shopping at Viva ma'am ... cough, cough." (2) You need rest when you're sick in order to mend. Go home. Sleep. (3) The work you are doing is probably well below standard. Mistakes happen regardless but when you're sick, MORE mistakes happen.
Thank goodness for Colleen, my roommate, and my friend Bill, who have been nursing me with food and drugs since Friday. I am very grateful not to be living alone right now. Yesterday I was too weak to even make myself a bowl of soup and I couldn't sleep either. So combine insomnia with the flu and you've got a good idea of how I'm feeling. To add insult to injury, I got severely bit by something last night and have two huge welts on the side of my neck. If it was a vampire, I'll let you know.
Right now I'm drinking some tea while thinking about having a shower and washing my hair. Something tells me my energy level for the day is at its highest right now and I should take advantage of it while I can. So this blog is going to be short today. Sorry about that. Please send your wishes for my speedy recovery up into the air and direct them south to Puerto Vallarta where, hopefully, I will receive them. And if I'm still sick tomorrow, you can bet I won't be going into work ... :)
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