Actually, I'm sure I'm not. But I have been home sick for a day and a half now and it is driving me crazy.
I don't have the energy to get up and do anything. I either sit here at my desk beside a growing mound of used kleenex or sit in my recliner and stare blankly at the teevee because I can't follow what is going on.
I'm supposed to be down at the training building at 8:00 am for movement team training. There are serious doubts in my mind that I will actually show up. Unless my fever breaks overnight.
Besides, if I came in this sick the rest of the class would kick my butt for coming around them. And I have been to movement team training before. There's not much chance I will get through the day without breathing on someone.
Gad! This is the thing I hate worst about working in that toxic waste dump we call the Hive. Way too much of other peoples funk blowing in my face all the time. If there's something going around, I'm going to get it. It's a damn good thing that some of the stuff those guys have is not airborne.
We'll see what happens in the morning, I guess.
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