A Sick Plan

I slept a lot yesterday. I came home early from work and slept through the same movie two different times. Sleep is always my first line of attack for a cold. The next line of attack comes in the form of food. Yesterday I rallied off the couch long enough to throw together some chicken soup. Of course I loaded up on Vitamin C and did a lot of gargling with salt. By 8:30 I was in bed with a big shot of NyQuil in my system. Who knows what they put in that stuff. It smells and tastes terrible...unless you like Good and Plenty candy...but the stuff knocks me out for up to four hours every time I take it. Sleep is always a good thing.

I woke up about midnight but with five hours before the alarm was to go off I downed another shot and rolled over. Certainly all the sleep and such was sure to bring a change in health. But it didn't--I woke up at 4:35AM to a pounding headache and a sore throat. I closed my eyes and considered the possibility of calling in for a sub for the day. The thought of what I would need to do to make that happen overwhelmed me and I fell back asleep until the alarm awoke me forty minutes later.

A warm shower cleared my head a bit as did nasal spray, Advil and DayQuil. I packed up my honey, lemon and tea bags and headed out to face the day. I survived, but boy am I happy to be back under my quilt on the couch.