I really hate being sick. I hate leaving work because I'm sick, because I feel as if I'm bailing on some obligation. I know that's silly... and I should take care of myself, but still. That's how I feel.
I'm not one of those people who comes to work when they're at death's door. I did go to work today, but that's because there are things that I HAD to get done (things that no one else but me does) and once they were finished, I went home.
I woke up yesterday feeling kind of icky... throughout the day it was getting worse. And that area right behind your jaw hurt SO BADLY (apparently, that's where your ear tubes are? And mine are CON-GESTED!!!) that I couldn't think straight. I also had one hell of a sinus headache. Convinced that I had a sinus infection and needed an antibiotic, I went to the doctor. I see the one PA that I can't stand (because she keeps trying to make me get blood work done once a year... I was tested ONCE for arthritis, and it was negative, and now she's up my butt about it) and she condescending told me that I needed to take my allergy medicine and get some Mucinex-D. She's often condescending. I'm sorry for WASTING your time, but I'm sick. So... there.
By the time I got home from work yesterday, my entire body was aching and I kept switching between being FREEZING and sweating. So I guess I have a flu...
One of the lovely ladies at Ravelry suggested a bunch of things, one being a hot toddy. Have you ever had one of those? Because they are DELICIOUS. And made my throat instantly feel better. Where were these in college!????
For a hot toddy... you boil some water, and steep cloves in it. Whole cloves. I took them out after a few minutes, because who wants to drink whole cloves? Then you put in a lemon wedge. Then you put in a few tablespoons of honey. Then you put in a shot of rum/whiskey/scotch/bourbon. I used the rum that my mom got for me at St. Marteen's. It's called Guavaberry rum? It's awesome.
Unrelated to being sick, however, was the sight of my lawn this morning. I live in the city... but in my neighborhood there is this strip of land (a parkway, if you will) that a lot of people play baseball on, walk their dogs, etc. And the parkway runs the entire length of my neighborhood. This morning.... the parkway in front of my house was COVERED with black birds. It was a scene right out of The Birds. And I thought about going inside to get my camera to take a picture... but I was seriously afraid that the flash would make them attack me.. and then I WOULD be in a scene from The Birds. And that's the last thing I need today... being sick AND attacked by HUNDREDS of black birds? No thanks.