That’s what the magnet next to my desk says. It’s very cute. It has a little book worm with glasses on it.
I think the saying on the magnet is true. Too true.
Reading definitely keeps your mind moving. Just like food keeps your body moving. For my brain, Thanksgiving came a bit early. I’ve read too many books in the past few days. My brain is experiencing a food coma. It’s tired. It needs a break. It doesn’t want to work anymore. It needs to sleep.
I thought I was better. And then I had to lecture yesterday afternoon. I coughed the entire time. One of my students was kind enough to share her cough drops with me. They helped a little. I hope I didn’t spread my germs around too much. This feels like the never-ending flu. It’s just been up and down and back again. I took NyQuil last night to suppress the coughing so I could sleep. It did the trick. But it also kept me in bed until 9:00! So now I feel even more behind than I did yesterday. And poor Jon is just getting sicker every day. I started off terrible and have been slowly getting better. He started off feeling just a little crappy and is slowly working his way up to terrible. Nutso flu.
So yesterday I was starting to feel a bit better. And then this morning I woke up with a massive neck- and headache. I took some medicine and went back to bed for awhile. Then I laid around on the couch for awhile. And then I took a nap. And now I think I’m finally starting to come out of it. I still feel ridiculously tired, though. So I’ve lost another day to this flu. I’ve gotten another day behind in my work. And I missed my mini-marathon. It was today. And it was gorgeous outside. Perfect weather for a long run. And since the route goes right by our apartment, I could hear people cheering on the runners as they zoomed by. I felt so pathetic just sitting inside. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have made it one mile today, though. Gah. Stupid stupid flu.
Okay. I’m done complaining. Moving on. Feeling better. Finding my energy. Buckling down. Working. Working. Working. Working some more.
Tuesday evening I noticed a tightness in my chest, and I found myself coughing a bit. I told Jon that I thought I was coming down with something. By the middle of the night I was shivering with fever, and by the morning I was vomiting. I have been absolutely miserable for the last three days. I can’t even remember the last time I was this ill. And I don’t know if I’ve ever gotten so sick so fast. It just came out of nowhere. I am finally done with the fever, and now I’m just dealing with some lingering body aches and plenty of sniffles and sneezes. Jon’s been a good nurse – feeding me chicken noodle soup and Gatorade and Sudafed. I’m crossing my fingers I haven’t passed anything onto him. Now that I’m starting to feel better, I suppose it’s time to start catching up. I feel so behind after taking these days off to rest. I don’t even know where to start really. Stupid flu.