Monday, Monday, you just can't trust that day. It all started with a tickle behind my sternum, which would prompt light and lazy coughs. The sort of coughs that normal coughs teased back in elementary school.... and still do now. It was so slight an inconvenience, I thought it was because I hadn't turned on my humidifier the night before. So Monday night came, and I made sure to turn on the soothing, white noise generating, humidifier, and passed out. Tuesday came and went without much noticeable change in condition, as did Wednesday. However, I did talk with someone on Wednesday that mentioned they'd been having the same sort of experience. So I thought even less of the situation, now written off as no more than a meteorological phenomenon.
On Thursday, a small sniffle was added to the mix. Not to the point of necessary nose blowing, just that delicious sounding inhale was needed to keep all my juices inside, and even that probably only 2 or 3 times during the day. Ah, but Thursday night, everything changed. Apparently it took from Monday to Thursday evening for the Mongolian horde to ride around the wall. I woke up in the middle of the night to the incredible clamor of my body fighting a strategic retreat, apparently the only safe ground left was my toes. Luckily the forces fortified there and let the swarming masses of infection dash themselves against the walls of justice and antibodies.
Friday at work it was bad news, we could close a real big deal on Monday and I can't really miss... plus I generally don't regain consciousness until I log into my computer at work (the whole walk to I make in a groggy zen-like haze). I think I went through a solid half box of kleenex, and that is using each kleenex multiple times, as well. At this point, though, it seemed like the villainous infections were happy enough to play in my sinuses. It was though they were vikings entranced by a coastal village as yet unpillaged. Friday evening, though, the honeymooning was over and it was all business.
Since going to bed on friday night, I was out of it for 3 hours yesterday and so far an hour today. I have been employing the "steam them out" strategy of getting under as many covers as possible and sleeping fitfully. With a trusty 64oz Pepperidge Farm Goldfish box near my bed, in case the filthy bastards breached my stomach, (what? I don't keep extra trash cans for this sort of stuff, sorry.) I took on the offensive. It appears to be working. 33 of 37 hours in bed later, I am no longer consistently hacking and gagging... just the occasional hack. AND, I have only blown my nose twice in the past hour... although admittedly there has been some wiping. I'm going to give this "awake" thing a try for a little longer this afternoon, then maybe warm up some ol' chicken noodle soup and re-hit the sack. mmm mmmm, maybe I'll just warm some up right now, since I'm already thinking about it :)
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