I have a love/hate relationship.
I love being home to nurture an illness, but I hate being home all day. Mostly because I see that there are so many things to be done around the house, that I feel obligated to do them, even when sick. This is also a problem that I have encountered while working at home. It’s dangerous.
I first had signs of my illness last Thursday, and they’re much too lovely to describe here. To say the least, I had flu-like symptoms with allergies stacked on top of them. Not too much fun. I slugged through a day of work and tried to stick it out. Friday was kinda pointless, I went into work again (yes, I’m a sucker for punishment) but left by noonish. So my weekend was pretty much spent in a zombie-like state, although I was sociable and still went on with my activities.
Turns out that I seemingly spread my virus to a person or two at work (oops! I coulda had a DayOff!). I stupidly went in yesterday (hence the completely random and odd post), and came home to find K sprawled out on the sofa, suffering from a distinctly different strain of virus (he has a bad sore throat, whilst I do not).
We both stayed home today (for the most part) and kept our germs to ourselves. Hopefully, this was a good move. I’ve been good. I haven’t done any cleaning around the house, save doing some dishes and filling the slow cooker for tonight’s dinner. I swear, that’s it. How come I have such a hard time being lazy?
We hope to be rid of these nasty viruses by next week, when we will be (hopefully) enjoying a nice vacation. To everyone else, be careful out there. There are some nasty, nasty viruses going around!