Either I'm coming down with the famed pregnancy nose congestion, or I'm in the beginning stages of a nasty cold (or end of a cold I didn't know I had). I hate colds. One of the reasons I like keeping an obscenely large amount of personal space between myself and strangers is that I'm absolutely miserable when I'm sick. I haven't had a cold since September of last year.
I suspect some runny-nosed brat on the plane last week passed their filth on to me. It's even worse being sick when you're pregnant because all your medication options become limited. I can take Tylenol for my throat, Claritin or Benadryl for the sneezing, but there's nothing I can effectively take for the congestion.
I've been absolutely exhausted all week. At Tuesday I was sitting at my desk fighting to keep my eyes open. I got up to pee thinking some activity would wake me up and I started falling asleep on the toilet. What finally woke me up was loudly chomping on a bag of salt and vinegar chips.
I left work at around 1:45 yesterday (I'm still building my schedule. I don't know if I want to do a traditional 40 hour week working 8 hours/day or if I want to work extended hours four days/week and take a day off. The upside of being "on call" 24 hours/day is that you can pretty much pick and choose when you'll be in the office...within reason) and went home to watch t.v. on the couch before I had to leave for a focus group.
Because I still haven't recovered from the stress of last week's trip and I'm sick and tired now, I'm not being 100% effective sitting here at work. Eh. As long as I appear to be effective, I'm technically doing my job.
Posted by Tiffany at August 3, 2006 07:57 AM | TrackBack