Yeah, so, I finally got that stupid, nasty cold that everyone else got months ago. Health Fail!
Of course, I brought this on myself, bragging that I had somehow escaped the virus.
The cold started Friday, but really hit me Saturday night after the bridal shower. Saturday night ended with me drinking Theraflu and going to bed. Good times. I was pretty sick Sunday, and I had to work from home yesterday, because I was definitely too sick to go into the office. Also, I hate it when sick people come into the office and infect everyone. I like to keep my germs to myself.
I’m on the road to wellville now. I’m back in the office today. I’m sure it’s thanks, once again, to Nurse David, who bought me hot and sour soup on Sunday and made me some crazy lemon-and-honey concoction on Monday night. Or maybe it’s all the Girl Scout cookies I’ve been eating. I cleaned out the peanut butter cookie box within one day … I blame the cold virus for that.
I really thought I wasn’t going to get The Big Cold this year. I figured having breast cancer gave me a free pass this year. Come on! I think that having breast cancer should AT LEAST get me a six-month pass on other health issues, don’t you? Well, I guess April would be six months, so … maybe it’s better it came little early. I don’t want to be sick on my wedding day.
“Do you, Sonia, take this man to be your husband?”
“Hold on, I’m going to sneeze. AAAACCCHOOOOO! … What was the question again?”