Then RCC got sick. Some nasty URI again. I *thought* I'd dodged that bullet, too. It's been going on three weeks since he got sick. With a viral incubation period of 10 days to two weeks, I was sure I'd avoided his lung-cookie producing URI.
Monday, I woke up with half a ton of concrete in my left sinuses. Aw, crap. I took some of my favorite drug on the planet, Advil Cold & Sinus and felt better. I still felt a little under the weather, with achy joints and a face full of
Woke up Tuesday morning feeling a whole lot better. Worked out again - one hour on the treadmill. Still felt mostly good.
Woke up Wednesday feeling human. Worked out again - half hour on the elliptical machine. Was bored shitless. Even with Eloise, I just couldn't stay on the dang thing.
Thursday - a full ton of concrete in both sides of my face. Great. Worked my usual fifteen hours, hopped up on cold medicine. Some Advil variation of their Cold & Sinus. I wanted my favorite, but I couldn't buy it off the shelf - it has to be purchased via the pharmacy, which isn't open before I have to be at work.
Today. Well, I can now say that I have not dodged that sickness bullet.
But I gave it a hell of a run for its money. I've been knee-deep in sick people, both at work and at home since the beginning of December.
I'm even going to blame the snot packing my head for the one-pound weight gain I had this week. There's nothing quite like attempting to work your ass off only to find that you've *gained* a pound. Bah!