Uh Oh (crap, freaking crap, bleh)

I hope I'm just really, really tired.

In general I don't typically get sick. Sure, I have days where I'll call off work or not go somewhere because "I'm sick", but it's almost always because of 1) injury, 2) sinus infection and subsequent "I'm too drugged to go anywhere/do anything", 3) hormones giving me crap, or 4) playing hookie.

I get well and truly sick about once every 5 years or so. And I'm talking the knock-down, drag out, normal-to-high fever in a few hours, sustained temps of 104° F for 3 or 4 days, sleep it off and maybe immerse myself in scalding water to break a sweat to drop 2° for a blessed half hour, takes 2 weeks to recover my energy kind of sick.

I've been due for about 3 years now.

I've also been burning the candle at both ends since last month, not getting enough sleep, not eating enough veggies daily, and this past Saturday I spent some time with my 'on-the-down-swing' recovering-from-the-flu mother. Today I'm tired and tired and tired and can't focus on anything and it's too freaking hot in here (but that may be from the wool sweater).

It typically takes 4 days from infection to the first symptoms of being sick . . . Today is Tuesday. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday. . .

I hate getting sick, which works out for me since it happens so infrequently. I'm worse than a guy when I'm sick: whiney, sad, slightly cranky 'cause I don't have the energy to do anything but sit there and feel sorry for myself, pitiful, begging the kitties to go fix me some soup for lunch and then fussing when they don't want to sit on my lap and keep me warm anymore. Mostly I sleep the entire time to keep from annoying myself.

I hope I'm just really, really tired today . . .