still sick

I'm still sick, and called in sick to work for the first time ever in my legal career on Friday.

I tried to get out of bed finally at a quarter to 9am on Friday morning, made it into the shower, only to feel as if I might collapse from the exhaustion. Got out of the shower, made it to the bedroom and then fell onto the bed from the energy expended doing these simple tasks. I contemplated getting dressed, getting to the car, driving to work, walking from the car to the building (because taking the subway was an impossible task), and then attempting to do my tasks from the day which included a client lunch, and realized it was ridiculous.

So I made my phone calls and fell onto the couch where I slept fitfully until it was night and then I crawled into my real bed and slept until 10am Saturday morning. Unfortunately, a client wanted a call to take place Saturday morning and I needed to work. I begged off of coming into the office because I still felt like ass on a stick, but I had to review documents and comment from home in my bleary-eyed and feverish state. I got that done, my wonderful and merciful colleagues took pity on me and told me not to be on the call, and I once again slept all day on the couch.

The worst part (almost) was that this wasn't even "fun" sick. For me, "fun" sick is where you are sick enough to stay home, but not so sick that you can't enjoy some good tv or movie viewing. This weekend I was so sick that I couldn't stand the lights being on or the tv volume on low. I just wanted to sleep sleep sleep.

I did watch some movies on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon (The Wedding Date, The Ring 2 and Saw), and a friend had loaned me the fourth and fifth seasons of Sex and the City. Last night, I was convinced that my social and sex life are disgustingly boring, that a frighteningly creepy girl might crawl out of the television and that a serial killer could try to kill me at any moment. I also had insomnia last night, likely due to my choice of movies.

This morning, I am feeling slightly, but not altogether, better. I am exhausted by the typing and every fiber of my being is aching. I broke down a little bit ago and called my doctor to try and figure out why this is the second time in a month that I am sick. Or why I am still not better from my illness earlier this month. I would point to allergies except for the fevers, aches and exhaustion. Plus, this has metamorphosed into a phlegmy and loud cough. Hurray!

I wish I had something more exciting to write about, but I got nothing, folks. I did rally enough to make a delicious chipotle portabello mushroom sandwich for lunch today, from the Moosewood Cookbook. And by rally, I mean sit on a chair and tell Josh what to do with the ingredients in our kitchen. It was yummy.

Now, it is 5pm, and I feel as if I have fulfilled my lawyerly duties and can start to pack it in. I need to lay on the couch for a few more hours tonight so that I can start to feel human again. I'll try to come up with something more interesting tomorrow, like pictures of my lamp or something : )